Songtexte:
Starting Line Make Yourself At Home

me We got older but we're still young We never grew out of this feeling that we won't give up Here we lay again on two separate beds Riding phone lines

out making you proud So don't wait up, I'll be home soon I'm out of town for now You're what makes it home that I'll come back to "Make it a note to

You make quite a lot for yourself One better than you dreamt But it's weighing down The sides of your mouth To an appearing frown There's more to it

town are getting out of hand I?m sorry, I?m sorry about it At least you live to talk about it At least you've got your health At least they'd made you

best of me we got older but we're still young we never grew out of this feeling that we wont give up here we lay again on two separate beds riding phone lines

clock strikes a nerve to spend some time with you I can?t stand to depend on the shadow I cast alone we should For the sake of making a statement Let?s make

do is make a call and tell you the truth sing the words in melody and hope that you'll believe me here's another song for you so this one this one makes

, so basically "fuck ya! " Learned to play my part for the love of this art Spittin with the same passion I did at the start I feel a warm breeze [Chorus

beats Ran in the ladies room naked in a blanket At the banquet and started to spank it (ahhh) Came in the bank with a tank fired a blank At the clerk