misses. Bloody kisses from poison lips leave lovers dead in ditches. So, pass another round around for the kids who have nothing left to lose and for those souls so old and sold out
my misses Bloody kisses from poison lips, leave lovers dead in ditches. So, pass another round around for the kids Who have nothing left to lose and for those souls old and sold out
The tell tale hints of acquiescence lighter eyes when she comes over its obvious they're lying she likes to smoke some drugs and screw and leave she
[Originally by Counting Crows] gotta rush away she said, I been to Boston before. and anyways this change I been feeling... doesn't make the rain fall
week from writing down our lives. here we are...watch us go. four shots fire out cold and hollow and your eyes give in to that shattered glass shine. so i call out
end of my rope, so bite down...tell me how this concrete tastes and tell me for the last time that you're sorry so i can laugh out loud as i watch you
in the mud with eyes still bruised and purple while my heartbeat fills the gaps between sporadic and failing gasps. i swear on my life that if i could take this knife out
m gonna make you famous. and i never got to know you and i never knew your name. yeah, life's not fair...but you know it has a strange way of working out
bed room now So you better turn the lights out The second change you figure out Every word that she'd never tell She doesn't stand a chance she screams out
to go home, I was a fool with the big boys, breakin all the rules I shed tears with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little
home, I was a fool with the big boys, breakin all the rules I shed tears with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
of silly games And all the drama got me stressin like I'm hopeless, I can't cope Me and the homies smokin roaches, cause we broke Late night hangin out
They leave niggaz eyes cut out; what it means to us He seen too much, but we don't give a fuck Black truck pull up to the door Infa-green night vision
DJ playin' all the same songs And the night's about to end.. can we meet In the parking lot By the quiet place where we can talk To find out more about each other
s playin all the same song And night about to end Can we meet in the parkin lot Find a quiet place where we can talk To find out more about each other
been killed Last night the wind was whisperin', I was trying to make out what it was Last night the wind was whisperin' somethin' - I was trying to make out
thought about it I never would've done it, I guess I would've let it slide, If I'd lived my life by what others were thinkin', the heart inside me would
