Foot Ox
Lucky Strike
I cannot be the comfortyou lost when you were nine or soI can't fill those big old holesbut you knew that about meI never want to wake uplive in your fake memoryI want to wake up in your bedfucking scaredPushing through the bullshitand working up the nerve to speakI cannot fix your caror find you another dead end jobSo lets lay on this carpeted floorand draw with crayons
From Letras Mania