Down in the cellar, with Dolly and Sue
Smoking fags and
I picked you out
Of a crowd and talked to
"Smack in the middle of ridiculous places
Smack in the middle
People on sidewalks
Engaging in small talk
And all I can think
Started to fade
Innocent but odd enough anyway
And caused instant down
Then
You smile so sweetly when you dream
And I wonder what
Stuck in a rut in a very tight place
Judge and
Tell me 'bout your youth
Ah, just tell the truth
Was it
Boredom always lurks within strange places
But still I find a
Hear me now
Now don?t just stand there
I can't see your
Pass the cracks on every weird occasion
You keep your fingers
Rich, dumb, white kid thinks that he's everything
Loud mouth, bold
This is just a ghost town posing as a city
It?s
You say your life's a total waste
You told me on
Just enough to peel it off and hide it in
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