One song about a girl
I can't breathe when I'm around
Case is closed, you're back into focus.
The jury's out, you're
It's a drunken midnight on the streets
Brightly dusted with a
So listen up.
I worked in daylight feeding fashion to housewives.
For
Attention! Attention!
May I have all your eyes and ears
This table has taken a turn for the worst
rock
Staring at the mirror through your hair
You can't see everything
When I met you, you were on your back
We still
we've got one chance to break out
and we need
Some people have it and other people don't
You been making
So there you are, and here I stand,
As far as
I've got myself to blame for this
I've tried to compensate
My life reads like the classifieds.
Pages of what's for sale;
Do you think you're up for this?
Are you ready to
Excuse me, yeah I'm talking to you
Look in the mirror,