beau blood rush
05/25/09, 07:36 AM
*i always write my songs without a bridge, so that's what this needs.
call yours & out bid my own.
bored full of holes
in head, heart an' sole
but mostly plot, can't you tell em' apart?
whenever i come to.
lift my lashes an' let the sunshine in
'cos it gets so god damn dark in here.
an' wishes, drink spills, an' open doors
keep boys like me so fucking warm.
chased my dreams into strange neighborhoods
then with a gun to my head they said
"we're goin' down for good"
lift my lashes an' let the sunshine in
'cos it gets so god damn dark in here.
call yours & out bid my own.
bored full of holes
in head, heart an' sole
but mostly plot, can't you tell em' apart?
whenever i come to.
lift my lashes an' let the sunshine in
'cos it gets so god damn dark in here.
an' wishes, drink spills, an' open doors
keep boys like me so fucking warm.
chased my dreams into strange neighborhoods
then with a gun to my head they said
"we're goin' down for good"
lift my lashes an' let the sunshine in
'cos it gets so god damn dark in here.