It's your anger That bleeds off like bleach You know what I need? Do you kiss to speak? Let's keep it clean, yeah Here pretty, pretty girls will stay
Your mom tells you what the airs about Causing all this fuss and how its all about A million letters man A million little letters in my alphabet and
Oh, my god! Let's do this again Let's do this again, again, again, again, again! How come I can't stop kissing you? I can't stop kissing you Oh, man!
So I'm running down Fifth Avenue headed south. I'm going to get you that ring I've been thinking about. I hope that you will like it, I know that you
Everyday, I think to myself, "I must be dead," I must be dead and in hell. I think I'm dead! I'm dead to her. I'm dead to myself. A cutting intuition
Writing poetry to instrumentals expressing sentimental mental images this lyricist's mission is to send MCs in hissy fits with my mystic lyric whips
We'll cut an album right and if these critics want to fight I'll fight Even though I got my hands tied It makes my wrists so itchy and it's hard to
Those Are the Dead stars Those Are the Dead stars You said you'd drown in my words Pushed by the ink of my pen Those Are the dead stars He climbs to the
I said to the waitress, "hey, another coffee" refills are free, and i'm feeling pretty lonely the diner's kinda cold and a little bit empty just then
we're from Some will notice some wont Some care but most don't We know how it goes But we defiantly don't. Yeah, and its true We're shallow and scared
Alright Alphabet Alphabets are amazing Astonishing aspiring and always aging Agreeable accents accompany Awful answers Aphrodite's antitheist And
Limb separation bone isolation. Nothing to do but to decapitate these words Oh yeah Abrasive allergic inhaling detergent Eating the last of the words
It's calling at the walls in my tiny apartment. Trying to make sense of my life and then it started, Something felt weird and my heart was beating open
(Voice mail [unknown]) I fell in love at second sight The end of the night Told you you're beautiful Yeah, oh I want it too Days are getting colder
The way you'd close your eyes Your lashes against mine The way you used to smile I'd bite my lip and smile The light was baby blue And I'd take care of
I read it in a book, my biased dirty looks. "Unhand me, you crook." I saw it in her face; She made a big mistake. That word's not hers to take. No. This
The taste of blue skies Like Frank Sinatra's eyes And open pools of blood You bet they never looked so good I'm coming home, I'm coming home Tonight I
It's cold outside Just like fate It's cold right here Where is your heart Someone get me out of here Alive Take my hand Trust this smile It's just one
