Just know that I tried; I did all that I could I wanted you to know, I wanted you to know Like lions we fought in the face of the storm Like giants we
kill tiny teeth and claws We dream like lions We dream like lions below and above the wooly little lambs that look a lot like us We dream like lions
kill Tiny teeth and claws We dream like lions We dream like lions Below and above The wooly little lambs That look a lot like us We dream like lions
The lions roar And young men soar The flames all scorch The circus floor Puppets on strings All dance and sing And flap their wings Trumpets play
my first time to crash-land My throat into the stomach it sinks like cold quicksand And if I could get just the slightest kiss Then the nights we want are the nights like
So listen up, this will only take a second Too bad I was your first; lovely and helpless You only hook me when single and looking I?m not gonna get it
I heard my own voice praise The wrong kind of long awkward pause that I hate You got me all wrong kid A true line that you didn't know what it did To
gonna go easy? Or go home with me, go home Justice, just this once I want to see it when it happens Stitch it up and switch it up until you Get called ?my pretty? just like
go But side to side in my room with a radio Spinning circles on a circuit breaker I lost my balance and thought how You make me move Like I do in my
We are off like timing to say I never liked you anyway So take these pictures and run With too much God-damned makeup on Sing songs that might remind
I'm scared to say I died today When you wrote me There were smiles in my sleep There are X's in this room And on my hands I'd wash away Both of them,
you ever said fights with me Sweetheart, you sold me out Fast girls slow me down Get your story straight And walk that line is fake Like ones around your
Shake it off, shoot from the hip and vacate the promises You did it well Refresh your breath and choose the one from the reconnaissance Good girls don
the touch before we get home Somebody call the Surgeon General I need a warning on my forehead Because these thoughts are the cyanide in a cigarette I control them like
Well, well, well Look who?s got some street cred Too bad the street is dead My clothes mismatch from my shirts to my slacks But the only bad taste I?ve
with such intellect? If bad ink was stock; you?d be worth a hell of a lot I started my dark past tonight The one you keep from the ones you like My most
Cover yourself in the night, because tonight is our final flush. Can you feel it? The blood that is pulsating in our fingers. What is love? What means
