الأغاني: Firework Splints. Something Chronic.

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she was about as annoying as kamikaze flier
circling my head
and then fucking up my eyes

analogies and anecdotes
always seemed to work on describing the worst kinds of people

she annoys me something chronic when she asks
did you miss me?
she's always in the mood for playing insincere games
and letting her subconscious take over
what she truly knows is true

this ain't love
this ain't standing tall
this is falling on deaf ears
this is eating away your years
so let's just leave this back
where it started yesterday
there's nothing left to compensate for
any longer

when you don't know what you've got before your eyes
instinct tells you where to throw it
but in her case, the art of settling kicks in
she wants to use this piece of second-best
to compensate for better sex

she annoys me something chronic when she asks
do you love me?
i told her to read some entertaining books and poetry
'cause this fantasy you have of you and i
is not going to come true anytime soon
and i don't have a heart to cry

this ain't love
this ain't standing tall
this is falling on deaf ears
this is eating away your years
so let's just leave this back
where it started yesterday
there's nothing left to compensate for
any longer

'cause when you don't know what you've got before your eyes
instinct tells you where to throw it
so go away and have a nice life