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My goal for this winter is to grow my hair out again and grow a full beard. I want one so bad.
I'm writing these words on the back of a turnstile and i'm leaning my neck ever so slight to see down the shirt of the girl wearing white Man this aint right but oh well I never meant to be nice That's not to say i'm not nice I'm staring at pictures of Lohan with 14th Century Headgear while Weevil plays and it sounds like such a lame night but it's allright I won't complain Boy does she look grand Like a piano that's tuned just right I'd play her all night long Lohan not the piano Well maybe the piano if someone taught me, I'm straying off topic, but there never was a topic Something sad about the eyes It's like a secret between the thighs But you can never go and you can't enter unless she knows 'Cause that's the way to go Something about the flower on the side In bloom through summertime Opens up when you get near The fragrance never lies, it is the flower on the side While the head moves back and forth It feels like a kiss that never comes Just her scent that you can't shake, Get so close But she never lets you go And she never lets you close the deal, The words are worlds apart when you're right up to her face Stutter and curse the ground that dropped you so flat on your face I don't need to know the words that I could say I just want to know while you always have that half smile, curtains drawn beer bottles on your lawn And when I come around it always feels like dawn I try to wake you up but your always fast asleep On your bed of white but that's another one of my songs Blue eyes with little black dots inside Your hair is sometimes blonde The freckles lived so long while we rubbed noses on the phone, Long distance seems so long but thats the point of trying so hard I've got to see that necklace once again, the yellow beads that clung along your neck Hugging every speck I wish that I could be like those beads and Sit next to your knees while you fall fast asleep Is that a smile that I see or are you trying to advance the wonders that I already know I've been around this one before I've held your paper cup while you mingled with the crowd and shown off all your photos while I sat around Making sure no one took a thing
I'm aware of you I'm aware of me I consider this to be Something I can't wrap my head around But that matters most to me
I'm writing these words on the back of a turnstile and i'm leaning my neck ever so slight to see down the shirt of the girl wearing white Man this aint right but oh well I never meant to be nice That's not to say i'm not nice I'm staring at pictures of Lohan with 14th Century Headgear while Weevil plays and it sounds like such a lame night but it's allright I won't complain Boy does she look grand Like a piano that's tuned just right I'd play her all night long Lohan not the piano Well maybe the piano if someone taught me, I'm straying off topic, but there never was a topic Something sad about the eyes It's like a secret between the thighs But you can never go and you can't enter unless she knows 'Cause that's the way to go Something about the flower on the side In bloom through summertime Opens up when you get near The fragrance never lies, it is the flower on the side While the head moves back and forth It feels like a kiss that never comes Just her scent that you can't shake, Get so close But she never lets you go And she never lets you close the deal, The words are worlds apart when you're right up to her face Stutter and curse the ground that dropped you so flat on your face I don't need to know the words that I could say I just want to know while you always have that half smile, curtains drawn beer bottles on your lawn And when I come around it always feels like dawn I try to wake you up but your always fast asleep On your bed of white but that's another one of my songs Blue eyes with little black dots inside Your hair is sometimes blonde The freckles lived so long while we rubbed noses on the phone, Long distance seems so long but thats the point of trying so hard I've got to see that necklace once again, the yellow beads that clung along your neck Hugging every speck I wish that I could be like those beads and Sit next to your knees while you fall fast asleep Is that a smile that I see or are you trying to advance the wonders that I already know I've been around this one before I've held your paper cup while you mingled with the crowd and shown off all your photos while I sat around Making sure no one took a thing
I'm aware of you I'm aware of me I consider this to be Something I can't wrap my head around But that matters most to me