You're the one stepping on the back of my shoes You're the one using me as a muse You're the one with the jet pack strapped to your back ready to go
You're the one stepping on the back of my shoes You're the one using me as a muse You're the one with the jet pack strapped to your back Ready to go
OK, OK I'm boring you, I'm warning you tonight, is not the night for fights, lies white or other wise. My mood isn't better yet, sober and humorless
I would swallow my pride I would choke on the rhines But the lack there of would Leave me empty inside Swallow my doubt, turn it inside out Find nothin
Tell those stories to me I'm dying to hear the things you've done and seen Farfetched as they may be You strike a smile in me Your stories ring of perjury
[Chorus] You give me You relieve me away from my Then you take it memory....... empty can I feel How much more Then this feel- ing of false hap- You
Well, she's lying in our bed Sweating staring at the ceiling I know her worried head is aching I know the because it's me I could leave the bathroom
Well I'm lying in bed sweating staring at the ceiling, in my brain I have painted a beautiful picture of you, I'm not even going to try to fall asleep
Blemishing mirror fright, Gonna take a bit of a fall tonight Dreamed that I was underneath a naked women Saying something that I can't repeat Awakened
We're slaves to saving time, as if we didn't have enough We're slaves to the dollar, and the happiness that it brings tradition rules from the start
Sleeping through the evening Singing dreams inside my head I'm heading out I've got some ends who say they care And they just might Run away with you
I rode a western wind with a girl over to her mother's In the backyard stars shone brighter than the others That I rarely see through the smog Through
Saturday night burns a redness on my face I tasted you, you tasted me, you were never my taste Now left alone with precious thoughts Of half past half
I passed by some familiar faces, But they flipped me off & cursed my name, I watched the hippies raise their signs and I saved my tears for another time
Suffocate from lack of stimulation Television time Gonna break with every bead of sweat My heart rate seems to climb My friend and I stick to the tired
Cheap shot hacked straight to the ear drum Is it some sick sign of affection? Violated and sinned with deceit Disgust from my head, to my hands, to my
Tonight, I feel ambitious and so does my foot As it sinks on the pedal, I press it to the floor I don't need a girl, don't need a friend 'cause My friend
The Sunset Strip bitch Sunset Strip bitch Sunset Strip bitch Yeah, yeah He reads women's magazines Swears the truth doesn't phase him And he knows the