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I picked you out
Of a crowd and talked to you.
Said i liked your shoes,
You said, "Thanks, Can i follow you?"
So its up the stairs,
And out of view. No prying eyes.
I poured some wine.
I asked your name
You asked the time.
Now its two oclock.
The club is closed,
We are up the block.
Your hands are on me,
Pressing hard against your jeans,
Your tongue in my mouth,
Trying to keep the words from coming out,
You didnt care to know
Who else may have been you before.
I want a lover i dont have to love,
I want a girl whos too sad to give a fuck.
Where is the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet him here,
But im not sure.
Ive got the money
If youve got the time.
He said, "It feels good."
I said "Ill give it a try."
Then my mind went dark,
We both forgot where your car was parked.
Lets just take the train.
Ill meet up with the band in the morning
Bad actors, with bad habits...
Some sad singers, they just play tragic.
And the phone is ringing,
And the van is leaving
Lets just keep touching,
Lets just keep...keep singing
I want a lover i dont have to love,
I want a boy whos so drunk he doesnt talk.
Wheres the kid with the chemicals?
I got a hunger and i cant seem to get full.
I need some meaning i can memorize.
The kind i have always seems to slip my mind.
But you, but you...
You write such pretty words,
But lifes no storybook.
Loves an excuse to get hurt.
And to hurt.
Do you like to hurt?
I do, I do.
Then hurt me,
Then hurt me,
Then hurt me...
im in the mood to use. and to be used. ...any takers? just let me know.
as for you.. yeah. its just sad. and dissapointing. and wrong. very fucking wrong. grow up, thats disgusting.
(no, its not just you honey, so dont worry.)
im thinking.. im going to give reagan one more week. shit. maybe even san antonio. i dont know where i will go. but i just wana go somewhere. this routine is getting real old real fast.
ummm i duno. i guess thats all. i need some new friends. more into what im into. more like me. i miss going to shows. that used to be my favorite thing. it still would be. i duno. im just sick of watching people get so drunk that they cant stop pukeing. or that they cant stop fucking the first person that walks by them. im just siiiick.
so i figure.. if you dont like where you are and what youre doing. then. change it. go somewhere else. do something new.
Of a crowd and talked to you.
Said i liked your shoes,
You said, "Thanks, Can i follow you?"
So its up the stairs,
And out of view. No prying eyes.
I poured some wine.
I asked your name
You asked the time.
Now its two oclock.
The club is closed,
We are up the block.
Your hands are on me,
Pressing hard against your jeans,
Your tongue in my mouth,
Trying to keep the words from coming out,
You didnt care to know
Who else may have been you before.
I want a lover i dont have to love,
I want a girl whos too sad to give a fuck.
Where is the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet him here,
But im not sure.
Ive got the money
If youve got the time.
He said, "It feels good."
I said "Ill give it a try."
Then my mind went dark,
We both forgot where your car was parked.
Lets just take the train.
Ill meet up with the band in the morning
Bad actors, with bad habits...
Some sad singers, they just play tragic.
And the phone is ringing,
And the van is leaving
Lets just keep touching,
Lets just keep...keep singing
I want a lover i dont have to love,
I want a boy whos so drunk he doesnt talk.
Wheres the kid with the chemicals?
I got a hunger and i cant seem to get full.
I need some meaning i can memorize.
The kind i have always seems to slip my mind.
But you, but you...
You write such pretty words,
But lifes no storybook.
Loves an excuse to get hurt.
And to hurt.
Do you like to hurt?
I do, I do.
Then hurt me,
Then hurt me,
Then hurt me...
im in the mood to use. and to be used. ...any takers? just let me know.
as for you.. yeah. its just sad. and dissapointing. and wrong. very fucking wrong. grow up, thats disgusting.
(no, its not just you honey, so dont worry.)
im thinking.. im going to give reagan one more week. shit. maybe even san antonio. i dont know where i will go. but i just wana go somewhere. this routine is getting real old real fast.
ummm i duno. i guess thats all. i need some new friends. more into what im into. more like me. i miss going to shows. that used to be my favorite thing. it still would be. i duno. im just sick of watching people get so drunk that they cant stop pukeing. or that they cant stop fucking the first person that walks by them. im just siiiick.
so i figure.. if you dont like where you are and what youre doing. then. change it. go somewhere else. do something new.