scratch.
I've got all these thoughts floating around in my head/
Thoughts of you that I wish were dead.
Burried in a grave yard, tucked away some place
just long enough so I couldn't remember your face.
I'd rather drink alone, sitting in my house
than sit around and wait for you to be a man and not a mouse.
I hope you've picked up your peaces, and cried all your tears
because I'm not your mother boy, I won't pacify your fears
Thoughts of you that I wish were dead.
Burried in a grave yard, tucked away some place
just long enough so I couldn't remember your face.
I'd rather drink alone, sitting in my house
than sit around and wait for you to be a man and not a mouse.
I hope you've picked up your peaces, and cried all your tears
because I'm not your mother boy, I won't pacify your fears