I wish I eat the salt off of your lost faded lips We can cap the old times make playing logical harm We can cap the old lines make playing that nothing will change
But she can read, she can She can read, she can read, bad She can read, she can She can read, she's bad, oh bad
But it's different now I'm poor and aging I'll never see face again You'll go stabbing yourself in the
And we can find new ways of Make playing only harm And we can top the old clay Making nothing else will change
But she can read, she can She can read, she can read, bad She can read, she can She can read, she's bad, oh bad
different now that I'm poor and aging I'll seen this place again go stabbing yourself in the neck
But it's different now that I'm poor and I'll never see place again And you'll go yourself in the neck
It's in the way that she It's in the things that she puts in my Her stories are and stuff She's always calling my
She puts the, she puts the weights my little heart And she in my room and she takes it apart She the weights into my little heart I said, "She puts the weights my little heart"
She packs away, she packs She packs away, she packs She packs away, she packs She packs
It's in the way that she Her is never enough She the weights in my heart She puts the, she puts the weights my little heart