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
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
Throw it on the floor
Never mind the mess
'Cause I've been
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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