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A sad fact widely known.The most impassionate song.To a lonely soul.Is so easily outgrown.But don't forget the songs.That made you smile.And the songs that made you cry.When you lay in awe.On the bedroom floor.And said : "Oh, oh, smother me Mother....No ...Rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring.La ...
The passing of time.And all of its crimes.Is making me sad again.The passing of time.And all of its sickening crimes.Is making me sad again.But don't forget the songs.That made you cry.And the songs that saved your life.Yes, you're older now.And you're a clever swine.But they were the only ones who ever stood by you.
The passing of time leaves empty lives.Waiting to be filled (the passing ....The passing of time.Leaves empty lives.Waiting to be filled.I'm here with the cause.I'm holding the torch.In the corner of your room.Can you hear me ?.And when you're dancing and laughing.And finally living.Hear my voice in your head.And think of me kindly.No ....Rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring
Do you.Love me like you used to ?
Oh ...
Rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring
La ...
You're clever
Everybody's clever nowadays
You're clever
Everybody's clever nowadays
You are sleeping
You do not want to believe
You are sleeping
You do not want to believe
You are sleeping
You do not want to believe
You are sleeping
i know that what i say is pretty slurred and low, and not only just to you, you who is unholy, unkind and beautifully let down...oh you make me sick, but i make you sick, because i love you, or, whatever that is, even though you didnt really believe it, since i was a fucking trial run.
well, wait, let me start over, i dont feel like apologizing this time, because you fucking hurt me, and i hope he hurts you, and i hope you kiss him daily, and he finds that spot on you you love to be touched at, and i hope he fucks you from here to tijuana, even though none of us are like that at all, you fucking conservative. yes yes, im an asshole, you see, after you did what you did ive changed and i havent had a good dream in a long time and i dont feel any motivation, and i dont feel like being poetic, just dramatic and extreme. i really want them all to look up at me while they sit there and wonder why.
oh, let me start over again, this isnt turning out at all the way i want it to...probably because it's not late and my brain isnt developing and everything is bright just like your smile dear. its the middle of the day and i want to go to bed already and stay there until i have a great fucking dream about you being a grand poet and telling me off with such woeful lips. you see we could quiver all throughout the forest and prick ourselves on the pine needles on the evergreens. im not happy, thats for sure, but im not sad, and im not really angry, or jealous, i just know that this song is so steady and nice that i could walk your halls with it blasting in my headphones, just as it was when i was outside walking earlier on ice not caring at all hoping youd run up and give me a hug and the weight couldnt be supported anymore and we could both fall through. but you dont have to tell me, because you arent me, just as you arent living my life, right?, or caring about it at all, and yes im being selfish, but youre too goddamn stubborn and your hair flows like blood after you get it renewed. oh i dont want to think about this anymore, its been too long and youre right about it all going in bad cycles. i just, still dont understand why you had to go and do that, its really not fair at all, and it's too late to change, and i sound fucking idiotic, and i hate that, but ive lost track of who i am and where i should be going or what i should be doing until i find out just again what's supposed to happen next.
we're all just reoccuring.
The passing of time.And all of its crimes.Is making me sad again.The passing of time.And all of its sickening crimes.Is making me sad again.But don't forget the songs.That made you cry.And the songs that saved your life.Yes, you're older now.And you're a clever swine.But they were the only ones who ever stood by you.
The passing of time leaves empty lives.Waiting to be filled (the passing ....The passing of time.Leaves empty lives.Waiting to be filled.I'm here with the cause.I'm holding the torch.In the corner of your room.Can you hear me ?.And when you're dancing and laughing.And finally living.Hear my voice in your head.And think of me kindly.No ....Rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring
Do you.Love me like you used to ?
Oh ...
Rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring
La ...
You're clever
Everybody's clever nowadays
You're clever
Everybody's clever nowadays
You are sleeping
You do not want to believe
You are sleeping
You do not want to believe
You are sleeping
You do not want to believe
You are sleeping
i know that what i say is pretty slurred and low, and not only just to you, you who is unholy, unkind and beautifully let down...oh you make me sick, but i make you sick, because i love you, or, whatever that is, even though you didnt really believe it, since i was a fucking trial run.
well, wait, let me start over, i dont feel like apologizing this time, because you fucking hurt me, and i hope he hurts you, and i hope you kiss him daily, and he finds that spot on you you love to be touched at, and i hope he fucks you from here to tijuana, even though none of us are like that at all, you fucking conservative. yes yes, im an asshole, you see, after you did what you did ive changed and i havent had a good dream in a long time and i dont feel any motivation, and i dont feel like being poetic, just dramatic and extreme. i really want them all to look up at me while they sit there and wonder why.
oh, let me start over again, this isnt turning out at all the way i want it to...probably because it's not late and my brain isnt developing and everything is bright just like your smile dear. its the middle of the day and i want to go to bed already and stay there until i have a great fucking dream about you being a grand poet and telling me off with such woeful lips. you see we could quiver all throughout the forest and prick ourselves on the pine needles on the evergreens. im not happy, thats for sure, but im not sad, and im not really angry, or jealous, i just know that this song is so steady and nice that i could walk your halls with it blasting in my headphones, just as it was when i was outside walking earlier on ice not caring at all hoping youd run up and give me a hug and the weight couldnt be supported anymore and we could both fall through. but you dont have to tell me, because you arent me, just as you arent living my life, right?, or caring about it at all, and yes im being selfish, but youre too goddamn stubborn and your hair flows like blood after you get it renewed. oh i dont want to think about this anymore, its been too long and youre right about it all going in bad cycles. i just, still dont understand why you had to go and do that, its really not fair at all, and it's too late to change, and i sound fucking idiotic, and i hate that, but ive lost track of who i am and where i should be going or what i should be doing until i find out just again what's supposed to happen next.
we're all just reoccuring.