a friend of yours, was it by chance you were looking at me You should go away And take your judgment with you because you decide for you, and I decide for me
No more I don't need a job and I don't need no friends People bore me to the end I wish that I were dead All this stench that fills the air reminds me
on the streets, it's in the news, it makes me sick, it looks like you Everywhere I look and everything I see reminds me of the things you try to do to me
to a friend of yours, was it by chance you were looking at me You should go away And take your judgment with you because you decide for you, and I decide for me
s on the streets, it's in the news, it makes me sick, it looks like you Everywhere I look and everything I see reminds me of the things you try to do to me
We spread out and occupy The cracks in the urban streets Idle now, I rearrange the furniture as you sleep As you sleep, as you sleep It's so appropriate
This won't be the last you'll hear from me It's just the start I hope that he keeps you up for weeks Like you did to me I will hold a candle up to you
You'll discover that casual friends kept Notes in their pockets to remember your name And all these places we went to see sights Just gave them excuses
Synapse to synapse The possibility's thin I'm dressed up for free drinks And family greetings On your wedding, your wedding Your wedding date The figures
What ghosts exist behind these attic walls? There's got to be a simpler explanation 'Cause I scrimped and I saved Just to find that they've been splicing
I'll take the best of your bad moods And dress them up to make a better you 'Cause all the company calls amount to one paycheck I'd squeeze a heart through
it seemed, a lack of pleasantries My able body isn't what it used to be I must admit I was charmed by your advances Your advantage left me helplessly
Last night I dreamt that I was you I was dressed all in black with dark glasses and attitude Such a pose I could simply not hold Through days in a northern
at your door Don't go holding out on me now Don't go holding out on me now Don't go holding out on me now Don't go holding
's That Shit That Happens From Me Talking Into Her Ear, Niggas Always Asking Me, Why They Call You Fact, Cause It's A Fact, If Someone Blast At Me,
that I didn't care about this place Would you think of me the same? Could you please tell me why? Could you please tell me why? Could you please tell me
along, Sing these words out loud. The saddest little song you've ever heard. Let's be bad tonight, And do what we know's not right. She looked at me,
