hey little party girl
where do you wanna go
i didnt come
Sitting with the dog
trying to clear the fog of a
memory
i got a girl and she lives at the mall
and
im tired, im bored, wheres the cocaine
things dont get started
and the sky is falling upwards
on a summer desert night
while
He looks up at her to find she staring back
at
Well there’s sand in my book
from writing on the beach
trying
Well I tripped and I fell
into a hole I know
i can only keep this feeling for a minute
I can
that was a helluva party last night
i cant believe i
Burnt to a crisp I cant sleep from the sound
of
Laurel was a girl I knew,
made of dirt and stone
pretty