quinta-feira, 27 de setembro de 2007

On Repeat


There is nothing to see here people keep moving on

Slowly their necks turn and then they're gone

No one cares when the show is done


Standing in line and its cold and you want to go

Remember a joke so you turn around

There is no one to listen so you laugh by yourself


I heard it's cold out, but her popsicle melts

She's in the bathroom, she pleasures herself

Says I'm a bad man,

she's locking me out

It's cause of these things, it's cause of these things


Let make a fast plan, watch it burn to the ground

I try to whisper, so no one figures it outI'm not a bad man, I'm just overwhelmed

It's cause of these things, it's cause of these things


The crowd on the street walks slowly, don't mind the rain

Lovers hold hands to numb the pain,

Gripping tightly to something that they will never own


And those by themselves by choice or by some reward

No mistakes only now you're bored

This is the time of your life but you just can't tell



She Wants Revenge - These Things