A thought came to me
While we were tugging at
Each other's wits
Why can't we just leave
Just get out
I've had my doubts
But won't stop
Till you prove them wrong
It's tough
This blood
It's rough
This blood
Solitary lonesome blues
A harmonica should echo
Our each and every step
Cause it's so so bitter
But so much more sweeter
Then they could ever imagine
They shatter
When they chatter
Oh, how they shatter
And Myra knew the pain
Of being upside-down
A gene that some genie's taken over
Repulsive attractive mess
I'll be me
Just stay you
And we could be ok
The sweet sting of the middle
Might be ok
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 12:19 AM UTC
A thought came to me
While we were tugging at
Each other's wits
Why can't we just leave
Just get out
I've had my doubts
But won't stop
Till you prove them wrong
It's tough
This blood
It's rough
This blood
Solitary lonesome blues
A harmonica should echo
Our each and every step
Cause it's so so bitter
But so much more sweeter
Then they could ever imagine
They shatter
When they chatter
Oh, how they shatter
And Myra knew the pain
Of being upside-down
A gene that some genie's taken over
Repulsive attractive mess
I'll be me
Just stay you
And we could be ok
The sweet sting of the middle
Might be ok
