If you leave early, no one's coming out to get you Once you're gone, we'll forget you were here and there I get up early, make a list and go on back to bed to dream You're slicing up my face. You like my hair and that's all that matters It's too early, bed of hands still we can't fall asleep for too long and forget while we're here, not over there (oh oh) It's not crazy anymore, every busride's such a bore I miss that shiny downtown whore that I was before Oh, misery What would I have if you didn't have me? Oh Misery Who are you going to move when you can't touch me? Oh misery Who do you love if you didn't love me? try me, I'm really not a whoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
