I've been suffocating all night Too much of nothing made me get uptight And I get fists on my shy nerves? And say it's this that you deserve? Do you
When I'm screwed into the wall I may as well take my time I'm on the runway, I don't need to be reminded A bruise from outta nowhere Now it's making sense
I'm in love With an icon. I didn't expect him to call I'm crushed and ground in some disaster I feel like a criminal Turn out the light, don't crush me
Dead stop on the curb With eyes in back of my head Curbside inside around parking ? ? Got a sore throat keeping you down A sick desire been creeping
Don't be taking him off your hell (? ) Don't be taking him off your hell (? ) Let go of the black ball (? ) You saw him leave the hell (? ) You are what
I'll be shutting down soon Didn't mean to be so let down I don't know why he left the room Couldn't keep his attention I'll be switching off soon It's
I was dreaming of the past And my heart was beating fast I began to lose control I began to lose control I didn't mean to hurt you I'm sorry that I made
Idler He's in the car But he won't start Until you're gone upstairs And driving past He'll move his hat To block outthe glare He'll pull up to open the
I'm a lowlife, lowlife And I've been here, caught standing still I've gotta play into my head, my head Full of crap I'm a landfill Didn't understand
You're everybody's second home Always trying to get me alone An easy way to lose it all Always there when all else fails Over by the west side rails
Junior mint Draws the line Shakes his stick Overbites And proves he's got a critical mind Born again Cashing in Must be deaf Going blind But he's still
I don't know when I lost my nerve And I started a routine And I walked across this corner Pinned my eyes to a shirt Cos I'm scared of being seen Locked
His skin is thick, it's rubbermaid, it's rubbermaid My skin is thin, it's paper thin, onion skin His blood and sweat like a hotel bed He's telling me
You got a choke chain made out of nightrain To keep your memory down in quicksand from the main man To gel everything out, always out on a joyride Lay
Secondary, secondary self for myself (? ) A devil dog, a close call, somebody else And your love, your love, your love It's just a wicked friend and it
Mic city sons seem to dumb everything down I got wished a lot of luck And I'll tell you what it's worth now It's a cold-blooded style Never was worthwhile
Don't wanna sit up straight Or look you in the face I keep checking over your shoulder Cos I've been dreaming of low-flying jets Sweet town knocked my
Sweet miranda made a burning in my throat And I'm slumped in the bathtub like a sunken boat So when will you leave me When will you leave me When will