Numbers Who's the person that you woke up next to today? If you were any older Then you'd know you'd have to pay your way Well maybe you do already But
art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together forever I'm skilled at the art
Falling through at the seams Living life in a dream Even smiles make a lie And I smile all the time I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the
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glitter and a glow of gold Pick on a failure make his knees go weak Mouth open, eyes wide, fake your peak He'll wipe a line of dribble falling from his
He's in a world of his own He's in a world of his own He'd like the time to play with his mind He'd like the time to go He sees the things that pass
It was the heat of the night I think Or it could've been the effect of the drink But I had to brush away the flies That started to collect around your
Hey Joe Where you going With that gun in your hand I'm going down to shoot my lady Caught her messing 'round with another man Hey Joe I heard you shot
Passing time in the afternoon Cleaning the bathroom floor Rearrange things in the dining room Covers the chip on the kitchen door The paperboy winks
to see Shaking your head that way It's so true when they say That love is a pain in the heart A pain that pulls apart I'm breaking rules again You're
Martin is talking to you Martin is a boy with problems Martin has a family history Martin has too many nightmares He lives in a fantasy There's a danger
Atmospheres are tense today Mother and father are rowing again Silently seated around the table You're the one that's getting the blame Father looks
Numbers Who's the person that you woke up next to today If you were any older Then you'd know you'd have to pay your way Well maybe you do already But
