like to. Love is not an option, When you've got practiaclly no self respect left at all. Of your two notches down and one to go (Thanks to Dan for these
down and twisted torn up and left for dead we're all a little crazy, a little devastated surprised tonight by the turn of events but don't run for shelter
for but come tomorrow when the light creeps in we're going to ache like gin and tonic all the little ladies going crazy for a little taste, slide your purple lace down
give me chills. These broken record tactics leave a mark and scar forever. So take a bow and save yourselves. You make me panic in my sleep. It's time for
the tight pants, his ego's even tighter don't even think about the things he does when he's alone he's got the guitar, the faded notebook gotta write it down