. I'm waiting for the stormy afternoon that I can share with you. (share with you) I feel the splash upon my forehead, I think its going to come. Those cheeky birds, I
clich's I couldn't think of anything to say And so I slipped into the men's room there I saw my hair a way it's never been before I took the stairs
But please, if I could only tell her goodbye All I want is just one more day that morning in May... I've fought reptilian monsters I've crossed a bloody
. But please, if I could only Tell her goodbye. All I want is just one more day. That morning in May... I've fought reptilian monsters; I've crossed
censorship I want commercials twenty four-seven I wanna shop from my bed and set an example for all my overworked, underpaid brethren I bond with a sick
eyes are stung by daylight, I find it hard to breathe Her body teases me as the sun reveals the dawn The smell of blood still crawls, I kiss you softly goodbye
Caroline I've seen the sun again I've felt the summer wind For the first time since your goodbye And the thirst I've kept inside Has swallowed me alive
eyes are stung by daylight, i find it hard to breathe her body teases me as the sun reveals the dawn The smell of bleed still crawls, I kiss you softly goodbye
I could only tell her goodbye All I want is just one more day that morning in May... I've fought reptilian monsters I've crossed a bloody sea just to
censorship I want commercials twenty four-seven I wanna shop from my bed and set an example for all my overworked, underpaid brethren I bond with a six
said goodbye to the shore so the sun wouldn't notice The sea it wrapped its arms around you The calm on my cheek feels like the fall grass and I run
fed into the furnace Of the monster Shall I die, shall I cry Shall I be shot through the sky As I fly into the furnace Of the monster? Goodbye number
picket censorship I want commercials twenty four-seven I wanna shop from my bed and set an example for all my overworked, underpaid brethren I bond with
teeth Hit the sand and the sun Never see me at the beach Always tip a guy (cheap) Transfixed on death That I wear black britches I insist on nice breasts I
