Ghost Mall
Johnny Appleseed
...it will be at a party or at some sort of reunionor a funeralI won't recognize you right awaywe'll talkyou'll paw at the ground with your patent leather shoeseyes staring straight at the floor if we talk about youbut that little flicker in your facewhen we mention those historic seven hundred and ninety two days11 hours, 18 minutes and 47 secondswill let me knowthat you knowthat I knowthat you knowthat you fucked up.I sleep soft at nightand alone except for my knifebecause the dream catcher above my bedwell, nightmares, it don't catch themand I'm always prepared to fightI like it when you're rightbecause your eyes spark and igniteand burn away my doubts and fearsabout the choices I made last yearand I know I will sleep tight tonightlet's save the world. that's why we do this.basements and best friends get us through this
From Letras Mania