(cell phone message)
He dont suppose a few poems could really win her over barely even know her to think of all the good he could show her he dont understand what draws him closer when it feels like its goin nowhere bullshit this could go somewhere weak and impaired none of these other girlies can compare time to repair lusts in the air blankly into those eyes he stares she keeps the conversation going cigarette smoke constantly flowing from his lips while he's wishin he could get closer than this so far but so close to bliss her he just wants to kiss she thinks hes a slitherin snake bout to strike after the hiss the road makes him miss her voice her company behind this track the symphany feelin all so empty what an epiphany suddenly all so realizin can't be denyin' this feelin from supplyin' oxygen
Her bedroom door straight knockin nervous as hell heart stoppin walk in hide the gifts behind himself pink rose a love note and a burnt cd to congratulate her on her day in infamy
Her bedroom door straight knockin nervous as hell heart stoppin walk in hide the gifts behind himself pink rose a love note and a burnt cd to congratulate her on her day in infamy
Dramatically scared to get a response a world of shock chock full of experience what a scary sense apprehensive so submissive ready to give in just give up stick back to the pimp cup he could just go back to being a slut but its just not enough he thinks he'll just hang tough why the hell did he become so apathetic sounds to be more pathetic than anything sing to him thats the anesthetic so check it a million and one rhymes he's a wreckin but all he wants is her blessin she's just a couple of levels closer to heaven nothin seems as comfortin as an hour with her just two kids babblin over a whole bunch of nuthin no fightin no cussin no bitin no fussin two people who respect one anutha despite what drama went on before they spoke
Her bedroom door straight knockin nervous as hell heart stoppin walk in hide the gifts behind himself pink rose a love note and a burnt cd to congratulate her on her day in infamy
Her bedroom door straight knockin nervous as hell heart stoppin walk in hide the gifts behind himself pink rose a love note and a burnt cd to congratulate her on her day in infamy
(cell phone message)
Her bedroom door straight knockin nervous as hell heart stoppin walk in hide the gifts behind himself pink rose a love note and a burnt cd to congratulate her on her day in infamy
Her bedroom door straight knockin nervous as hell heart stoppin walk in hide the gifts behind himself pink rose a love note and a burnt cd to congratulate her on her day in infamy
him - he thinks himself a joke her - shes so gorgeous why would she want an everyday bloke him - everyday he loses himself to some smoke her - fun doesn't equal drink or toke sumthin here doesnt add up folks broke and alone somewhere on the road too damn early to call her on her cell phone and say baby I dont wanna be alone let it be known too muchs been said and shown he tragically misses her and home he dont even remember waht city he's in wahts worse is he's constantly believin maybe he makes a big enough impact and she'll give in just to let him take her out once or twice wouldnt that be so nice something positive actually in his negative life who said anything about spilling light he just wanted to be able to call her butterfly seems to be taking an entire lifetime just to even make you understand each rhyme or is it just everything sounds like some cheesy pickup lines
Her bedroom door straight knockin nervous as hell heart stoppin walk in hide the gifts behind himself pink rose a love note and a burnt cd to congratulate her on her day in infamy
Her bedroom door straight knockin nervous as hell heart stoppin walk in hide the gifts behind himself pink rose a love note and a burnt cd to congratulate her on her day in infamy