DevinDomino
04/25/10, 12:15 AM
Can't think of a title! What else is new...
Verse:
There's a ghost in my room
That won't let me sleep
And unfinished pledges under my pillow
They've been there for weeks
I've got all these headaches
That tell me all these things
And it's hard to remember
Just what I believe
Chorus:
I'm an overdose of cliches
Can't you tell?
A gypsie on the road
Trying to raise money to raise some hell
Guided by a map drawn with fucked up theories
That keep my brain further from my head
And my body closer to the edge of my bed
Verse:
So send the rough drafts
To tell my mother where i'm at
Use the pen as an extension of your veins
Did you send it through the heart of the mailman?
I've got all these headaches
Trying to sell me all these things
And it's hard to remember
Just what I believe
Chorus:
I'm an overdose of cliches
Can't you tell?
A gypsie on the road
Trying to rasie some money to raise some hell
Guided by a map drawn with fucked up theories
That keep my brain further from my head
And my body closer to the edge of my bed
Bridge:
Who knows where they will find my body
We live day by day
And everything is just so sweet for me
Until we're face down
Choking on shards of sunshine
Chorus:
I'm an overdose of cliches
Can't you tell?
A gypsie on the road
Trying to raise money to raise some hell
Guided by a map drawn with fucked up theories
That keep my brain further from my head
And my body closer to the edge of my bed
Verse:
There's a ghost in my room
That won't let me sleep
And unfinished pledges under my pillow
They've been there for weeks
I've got all these headaches
That tell me all these things
And it's hard to remember
Just what I believe
Chorus:
I'm an overdose of cliches
Can't you tell?
A gypsie on the road
Trying to raise money to raise some hell
Guided by a map drawn with fucked up theories
That keep my brain further from my head
And my body closer to the edge of my bed
Verse:
So send the rough drafts
To tell my mother where i'm at
Use the pen as an extension of your veins
Did you send it through the heart of the mailman?
I've got all these headaches
Trying to sell me all these things
And it's hard to remember
Just what I believe
Chorus:
I'm an overdose of cliches
Can't you tell?
A gypsie on the road
Trying to rasie some money to raise some hell
Guided by a map drawn with fucked up theories
That keep my brain further from my head
And my body closer to the edge of my bed
Bridge:
Who knows where they will find my body
We live day by day
And everything is just so sweet for me
Until we're face down
Choking on shards of sunshine
Chorus:
I'm an overdose of cliches
Can't you tell?
A gypsie on the road
Trying to raise money to raise some hell
Guided by a map drawn with fucked up theories
That keep my brain further from my head
And my body closer to the edge of my bed