Whatever makes you tired the resting always fails
'Cos anywhere you
Nothing in his mind, the rent there is much too
It's time to tell the truth
To anyone who cares to
A vase of wilted flowers
For those of you who’ve lost
He loves to hate; she hates to love
And all of
Radar, you lost me
An impossible disguise
Men all around are searching
I finally learned to spit it out
and with that alone
She's rubber and I am glue
She had a lot to
Dreaming lightly on your own
I wouldn't mind you being
Pop culture with a pin
Watch it wheeze in the air
My Roman numeral came
As "one" and "I" are both the
Voices keep me small and tongue-tied to the wall
Breast-fed by