I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded We can cap the old times make playing logical harm We can cap the old lines make playing that nothing will change
But she can read, she can She can read, she can read, bad She can read, she can She can read, bad, oh she's bad
But it's different now that I'm poor and I'll see this face again You'll go stabbing in the neck
And we can find new ways of Make only logical harm And we can top the old clay that nothing else will change
But she can read, she can She can read, she can read, bad She can read, she can She can read, bad, oh she's bad
different now that I'm poor and aging I'll never seen this again go stabbing yourself in the neck
But different now that I'm poor and aging I'll see this place again And go stabbing yourself in the neck
in the way that she poses It's in the things that she puts in my Her are boring and stuff She's always calling my
She the, she puts the weights into my little heart And she in my room and she takes it apart She the weights into my little heart I said, "She puts the weights my little heart"
She packs away, she away She away, she packs away She packs away, she away She packs
It's in the way she walks Her heaven is enough She the weights in my heart She puts the, she puts the weights into my heart