It's late at night, I'm in my room. I'm missing
I got a snotty nose
I got nazzy hair
My mommy don't
You're too old to be at this show. Tell me
(1st verse) Sometimes I wonder, do you still think of
It was so quiet I could hear your tabacco burn
Yet
I try so hard to do the noble thing but
1)So here's my story, one more time. With fast beats
out here far from home. across the fruited plains. dig
Verse 1 So we can't work it out, and I
Don't think I forgot
Don't think I ever will
I told you
I'm as passive as I can be I'm so blind
Cast me aside, Im not the picture you want on
I used to think life was just a waste, so
-one plus one doesnt equal two it equals me alone
There is a lot of debating about whos controlling who
» More on Kill Your Idols