He likes to act like he's all grown up
He wanted
I wrote the words to this song on the back
You don't say much of anything
When questioned of your whereabouts
And
Waking up zeroed in on medicine
Am I waking up at
I gave up on you a long time ago
How can
i'm dying tomorrow
this house this street chicago
i'm dying tomorrow
did i
When was it that you lost your youth or traded
It
I dragged this lake looking for corpses
Dusted for prints, pried
I've got a regular problem
So my standard break from life
Why you turned out the way you did
That thunderstorm is
'There are things that used to make me smile
One of
Hello...what the hell am I doin' here?
That's a really nice
These days go by like trucks and trains
Some hit so
What the hell is your name
And can you explain this