This is a headline with a pulse
Just ever so simply put...
In the most delicate manner possible...
Short and sweet...
Fuck.
Just fuck.
Just let me pick apart the day, and put the pieces back together my way.
I'll open up and hold the door open so you can stumble in, if you'll stop following me around the jungle gym.
Houston we will have a problem.
The morbid spreading of madmen Alley gospel.
Watch red bricks turn yellow.
Life's not a bitch, life's a beautiful WOMAN! You only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that pussy. Maybe you didn't have anything in common, or share similar interests? Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet-talk the princess.
It's Honor with an "H" I stole from heritage.
This origami dream is beautiful, but those wings will never leave the ground without a feather and a lottery ticket, now settle down.
You won't be laughing when your lawn is covered in epitaphs.
I got nothing but a stomach full of halo kibbles
Get a Duck-Hunt ticker-tape vision and pick apart the pixels.
Kiss the speaker wire.
Put one up and shackle me, not clean logic; procreation
I did not invent the wheel I was the crooked spoke adjacent.
While the triple sixers' lassos keep angels roped int the basement, I walk the block with a halo and a stick poking your patience.
ok.
Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.
In the most delicate manner possible...
Short and sweet...
Fuck.
Just fuck.
Just let me pick apart the day, and put the pieces back together my way.
I'll open up and hold the door open so you can stumble in, if you'll stop following me around the jungle gym.
Houston we will have a problem.
The morbid spreading of madmen Alley gospel.
Watch red bricks turn yellow.
Life's not a bitch, life's a beautiful WOMAN! You only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that pussy. Maybe you didn't have anything in common, or share similar interests? Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet-talk the princess.
It's Honor with an "H" I stole from heritage.
This origami dream is beautiful, but those wings will never leave the ground without a feather and a lottery ticket, now settle down.
You won't be laughing when your lawn is covered in epitaphs.
I got nothing but a stomach full of halo kibbles
Get a Duck-Hunt ticker-tape vision and pick apart the pixels.
Kiss the speaker wire.
Put one up and shackle me, not clean logic; procreation
I did not invent the wheel I was the crooked spoke adjacent.
While the triple sixers' lassos keep angels roped int the basement, I walk the block with a halo and a stick poking your patience.
ok.
Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.