Wednesday, May 18, 2005
I should lay around and curse the day that I fell upon your sword 'Cause Im a poor boy And your smile is a drug that I cant afford, mmhmm Anymore
'Cause youre a tongue tied talker with sleepy eyes That always gets the last word You're not broken You're just tired and it shows
When you're tired, actin' tough You only take two and a quarter to get fucked up When you say you're in love, you just sound like you're giving up
Let's say it'll be a right, it'll be a risky bet 'Cause I'm about as good as I'm gonna get Oh, these chains are tight And the courage that I showed, left a long time ago Just so you know
- Patrick Park
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