We're always promising to cross bridges when we get there, only thing is we never get there so we never cross at all; we're always stuck on the other side of a good thing gone wrong. Our own little Berlin wall constructed from drugs, lust, love and alcohol. We get and got caught scratching at the bottom of tops with fingerless, sweaty palms clenched in the shape of fists. All your laces and emotions tied in knots.
The monster that lives in the dryer feeding off of our socks, rendering them singles instead of couples.
Small town heroes- this Bud's for you.
It's true, I do love you but I will never say "I do" on any type of alter. Falter and falling in love at the dial of your telephone number- hanging my head, wringing my neck on the tone. Oh so alone. Messages are left yet never responded to. Ooh, ooh, ooh. One plus one should equal two. I think.
We write the songs that nobody will ever sing. We are living in a dream; waking-life is a nightmare, it seems. Surprise me.
My senses are heightened, you're shivering in the corner frightened. I am sorry.
The monster that lives in the dryer feeding off of our socks, rendering them singles instead of couples.
Small town heroes- this Bud's for you.
It's true, I do love you but I will never say "I do" on any type of alter. Falter and falling in love at the dial of your telephone number- hanging my head, wringing my neck on the tone. Oh so alone. Messages are left yet never responded to. Ooh, ooh, ooh. One plus one should equal two. I think.
We write the songs that nobody will ever sing. We are living in a dream; waking-life is a nightmare, it seems. Surprise me.
My senses are heightened, you're shivering in the corner frightened. I am sorry.
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