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.
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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