When I'm A Kid
No more loving on the torture rack
No more running when you call my name
The things we've done, baby make me feel ashamed
Minus me, minus you,
Smoke out, ghost lovers, burn down the zero house
Seven rooms for seven long years
Till only dead people livin' here
Maybe I should mutter this under my breath
But honey I think love scared us to death
Opposites subtract
Smoke out, ghost lovers, burn down the zero house
We're so stupid that it makes me want to scream
Baby I think dogs have better dreams
Wo
53 Hours
your words seem so vague
from hot lips, from your cold lips
mostly forgetting more than just the topic
melting eyes losing sight and breaking away
fighting a memory of the touch
my eyes catching hold and wishing to stay
but instead only just wishing away
mine so wild and taken aback
on a three month ride
this whole concept mirrors
this never-ending dream of love,
struggle for love
in which no one wins, but
someone seems to hurt
melting eyes losing sight and breaking away
fighting a memory of the touch
my eyes catching hold and wishing to stay
but instead only just wishing away
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