So please, please, I'm running out of sympathy. I never said I'd take this lying down.

Hm. Vuh vuh valume. Kind of like VACCUM. Only..not at all. Sitting at home on this Friday night is such a drag.
I've got a tripping boyfriend..and thuurs a sober girlfriend.

Weak.

I think this is the last night we'll be keeping secrets
Trip..roll..sip......I bet your nose hurts, sorry for hitting it
It's to dying in anothers arms..all over the house
You're coming over? Promise?
Swear you'll hold me in your arms
Not in front of the kid

The tree is burning and yellow
The sun has bark and leaves

WHat would happen if everything you knew
or thought you knew
fell apart right in front of your eyes

What would go through your head
what do you think you'd of said
if she tore up your letters
and they set burning, aflame at your feet.
You're lying aflame at her feet.

She tried heroine. Too many firsts were with that woman.
How could you fall for anything else but us?
How could you come back after everything we said?
Wishful thinking with the worst intentions

How come you always smell the way I want you
With perfect skin and deepsea eyes
I dive in with all of me
Losing myself in all that you are

Sex becomes a love poem
I LOVE it I LOVE you, right?
But what comes first, man?
You going to suck my kiss or make a fist
or hit the bottle or off with your friends?
There are timberwolves at New Jersey.

Dude, do you realize
that when we look at the world
everything..nothing merges it all contradicts
Mommy takes a drag while lecturing healthy lungs.
You have it or you don't
DONT YOU? WELL?? DON'T WE?!

TriPpInG bOY..where are you
I type I type you lie you lie there waiting
literate and stylish, kissable and quiet,
that's what girls' dreams are made of
lying, lying on the floor in a puddle of sin
kick the grass cause she left ya
kiss the air cause she left ya
she left ya
she left ya

wait
they don't love you like i love you

I'm coming down. Down down down.
Where is he to bring me all the way up..Mmm higher..
Mmm harder..

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my fist vs. the bottle.