I heard your father left
Your mother's getting sick
I heard your dog ran away last night
I know the pressure's mounting
Can hear your heart pounding
It's ok, I've got a shoulder, cry
Called me up late last night
Said she didn't know what was wrong with life
Said through tears, she'd be alright
But I wouldn't hear it
Said she shouldn't be alone, when she's like this
Said I would be there in a little bit
She's so much prettier
When her masscara's ruined
The tears offset her eyes
With a perfect blue
So for better or worse now baby
Here's to bad times, may they
Always stay
Sunday, April 15, 2007
She says, she says
She says,
I never bought into this world
How could I be comfortable
On a planet that doesn't have cup holders?
And sometimes I feel so much madness in the air
I have to get in the car and drive nowhere
She says,
This life is too confusing
How am I supposed to get the hang
Of an existence that has no manual included?
And sometimes I feel so suffecated everywhere
I have to turn up the white noise, so I can get some air
I never bought into this world
How could I be comfortable
On a planet that doesn't have cup holders?
And sometimes I feel so much madness in the air
I have to get in the car and drive nowhere
She says,
This life is too confusing
How am I supposed to get the hang
Of an existence that has no manual included?
And sometimes I feel so suffecated everywhere
I have to turn up the white noise, so I can get some air
abstained dress
Bury my head in the lone prarie
Someone's in the mirror and he's looking at me
I think there's something dark in his eyes
And I don't like what he's saying 'bout mine
Mother's not home, daddy's not here
Just a balsa wood ceiling and an ice cold beer
This old girl don't care where we go
In the back of the van at the punk rock show
Someone said to me the other day
Something about her daughter was late
Remember when etiquette's in doubt
Tip your high school sweet heart on your way out
Bury my mind in chemistry
Someone's in the mirror and he's looking at me
I don't think I like what I see
And I don't think he cares for me
Someone's in the mirror and he's looking at me
I think there's something dark in his eyes
And I don't like what he's saying 'bout mine
Mother's not home, daddy's not here
Just a balsa wood ceiling and an ice cold beer
This old girl don't care where we go
In the back of the van at the punk rock show
Someone said to me the other day
Something about her daughter was late
Remember when etiquette's in doubt
Tip your high school sweet heart on your way out
Bury my mind in chemistry
Someone's in the mirror and he's looking at me
I don't think I like what I see
And I don't think he cares for me
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