It's the calming before the storm alcohol sits nicely in your stomach warm when you wake up hungover you wish you were sober I dance with the devil and
They tied me up, they stripped me down, Against the world I'll stand my ground, I'll sell my songs, but not my soul. They'll chew you up, they'll spit
You rush me into your apartment, The glow of your bedroom ahead. Your spirit was warm when I touched you, We think alike to live alike, yeah. Breathe
I woke up this morning, caught sleepin' in And noticed the sun was creeping in. I picture some people I've never seen One family's love can spark my dreams
So baby tell me What's the deal with your new boyfriend? He wears a hat to the side With a bill he doesn't want anyone to bend (BANG! BANG!) I heard
Without you, there's no reason for my story And when I'm with you I can always act the same Forever, yeah if we're together We can make it better You
The whole world is getting high While all our jobs are so dry. I can see, I can hear your cries. I'm not the type of guy To let my life pass me by.
Don't matter white, green, or blue. I'll cut, crush, parachute you. I'll just (bottle it up), Hope all is fine (Bottle it up) Till next Columbine. Call
Oh, you're Mr. Big Shot And you think you got a lot. Do you mean to tell me I'm not worthy? Oh, you're Mr. Big Shot Everything you're gonna get caught
She said: "Don't take too big a breath." She said: "Don't breathe in too deep, you might choke over the words you don't swallow." She said: "Don't take
I'm not a bad guy and I've never been a thief. I pay my taxes and I pretend to believe. A family that loves me, yeah and a habit that saved my life. I
Jealousy crawls into bed with me i let her have her way and all she left was a ghost of an unappealing presence to permanently remind me i always want
I'm not a poet I'm just troubled in the head, This isn't a song of love it's a song about wanting you dead. I've got good news and I've got bad news
I bet she took my soul, but I didn?t know. That gypsy woman?s got me under control. She feat me lies. And a cast of spells. That gypsy woman?s really
You insist on explaining the obvious. When it's pointless and I'm heartless for saying, What's really on our minds. Your words go to rhythm, while
It was late last night before she hit me up, Baby, don't you know nothing good happens after midnight? You see the night before I couldn't keep my hands
I came to, face pressed to the carpet. I have no clue how I got here... Must've been livin' it up, livin' it up, livin' it. My friends don't come dime
I feel like I'm losing my mind with no concept of time, I've got no space. And I wake up everyday in the same place, and it's you that keeps me sane,
