Stale as a 2-day half, full beer, cigarette boats float around in here A field in my gut lacking sunshine Put down like a teenager's first drink, I cough
I wonder what it was that made you this way Maybe as a baby, you dropped your rattle And it still rattles you to this day You better practice your evil
I've been on top of the world since about six months ago Marking the first time I laid eyes on you I lost all train of thought as I entered the room Saw
Wide eyed, knee deep in surprise Just below your thighs, the temperature drops 5 degrees Your standby flight has just arrived Tongue tied, bleeding from
So where'd you go? How was your vacation home? Well, obviously you were busy, too busy for me So this is how you leave me? I'm broken hearted on the
I'll come down and get you high Maybe sing you a lullaby Sing you to sleep, a sleep you'll never wake from Sing you to coma so to speak An' when I fall
Crack my head open on your kitchen floor To prove to you that I have brains Meanwhile tin men are led by little girls Down golden roads that lead to nowhere
Choking on the thought of leaving, drinking to keep from sobbing 4pm, 4 dollar pints, SFO, the time and price With all my happiness aborted, the PA painfully
Stale as a 2 day half full beer Cigarette boats float around in here A field in my gut lacking sunshine Put down like a teenager's first drink I cough
Wonder what it was that made you this way Maybe as a baby you dropped your rattle And it still rattles you to this day You better practice your evil
Wide eyed Knee deep in surprise Just below your thighs the temperature drops 5 degrees Your stand-by flight has just arrived Tongue-tied bleeding from
Been on top of the world since about six months ago Marking the first time I laid eyes on you I lost all train of thought as I entered the room Saw
So where'd you go? How was your vacation home? Well obviously you were busy, too busy for me So this is how you leave me? I'm broken hearted on the
I guess I'll always stop and see you And we'll run into each other's lives Yeah, I guess, although it tears me up inside Everytime it burns my eyes
I'll come down to get you high Or maybe sing you a lullabye Sing you to sleep - a sleep you'll never wake from Sing you to coma so to speak When I
Crack my head open on your kitchen floor To prove to you that I have brains Meanwhile tin men are led by little girls Down golden roads that lead to
Choking on the thought of leaving Drinking to keep from sobbing 4pm, 4 dollar pints - SFO - the time and price With all my happiness aborted The PA
It hasn't been that long Since we drank to the sunset, until it was gone And down with it went our pain and fear As we slowly broke contact more
