Blunt Mechanic
Thrown Out At Third
I say the word "work" so much it's getting all my closest friends downNobody really gets what I've been rambling aboutReconstruct the look but at the core what has changedwhen I close my eyes the bugs are still in my brainFlat the fiveTake the seven to the relative sourceT.V. dinners on the counterStacked cassettes and closed doorsThere's morals and there's storiesAnd there's work to get done by the doorKeeping stepHelps you forgetWhat you knowHelps you to dilute your earliest dreamsas if that hoop's the only way to goFlat the fiveSharpen knivesuse your big boy voiceT.V. dinners on the counterare a hazy choiceThe moral of the story is you're luckyif you find your own voice
From Letras Mania