Barely able to keep the lids open At times I might think I need the rest but who would want to go back there? It's already hard enough to say I need it. bad memories and good times. Keep me from believing that I can still jump off. No longer, no longer the same. you grow accustomed to seeing the sun in a different location. Standing still becomes a chore. Anxious to get the pavement moving. The easy solution to this and everything else is to move on. It comes equipped with the last word. they find ways to drag you along and dismantle what you created. It's already hard enough to say I need it Bad memories and good times. Keep me from believing that I can still jump off. No longer, no longer the same. You grow accustomed to seeing the sun in a different location. Standing still becomes a chore. Anxious to get the pavement moving. Happiness is not having to lie on the floor dead alone.
You never understand when you always act the same oh beautiful your lips taste of red copper always excited me I need to hear your laugh when I'm dying on the other line you perform better when I'm not near you and it cracks the world spins away I'm flying again I can't believe that this is over again pieces will carry away pieces of you in me
You never understand when you always act the same oh beautiful your lips taste of red copper always excited me I need to hear your laugh when I'm dying on the other line you perform better when I'm not near you and it cracks the world spins away I'm flying again I can't believe that this is over again pieces will carry away pieces of you in me