Latin For Truth

Gas Station Grills
Where's your wings, let's kill our future together In a year and a half, one won't move without the other I've changed a lot even my friends have noticed I'm better off with you The friends won't make it work If anything they try to make it worse I would never let them down So please don't make me choose You're all I've got, my brothers will always matter to me You're all I want, my brothers don't make me choose No soul is perfect, but you try like everyone else You get an E for effort and the four letter 'L' bomb If it was a bomb, I'd drop it five times a day Hiroshima would have nothing on your ears The friends won't make it work If anything they try to make it worse I would never let them down So please don't make me choose You're all I've got, my brothers will always matter to me You're all I want, my brothers don't make me choose My best friends know how it is There's no feeling better than this From Letras Mania