Slowride
Smoke Cigarettes
spend the night alone inside a sunday suit
kill a living friend over an upscale look
it's hard to give a hadn when i've got only two
dont' look now, or you'll see me under
with a dirty face i try to smile my teeth
it's hard to make it work cause i can barely breathe
i think it's there but i know a little less than i think
and you came through with a likely number
we take
what we want
it dont matter
where it's from
we're two of a kind
and i love you in my mind
From Letras Mania