dekdog11
01/23/07, 10:37 PM
Another song my roommate and I made...though he did most of the work with the music/vocals.
www.myspace.com/handelsdrinkingproblem
Why do all the drunk boys?
Get to touch those lips
And she’s laugh and she flirts and she dances away
But a look of recognition it gives her away
And every guy that you meet, just wants in those sheets
But when its you and me we will just drift off to bed
Two lonely hearts owning up to what’s in our heads
I think I miss you more on the weekends
When your playing with those boys on the weekends
I can almost handle it for the short days of the week
But then I see you out, on the weekend
When you're out getting played
And you know when you realize
they won't call again
Just know of that one boy in the guise of a friend
A boy who lacks polish but likes to pretend
That you and him will one day
Be something, something sweet
but your liver takes over, when your judgment has failed
When you called him mr. wrong you hit it right on the nail
I think I miss you more on the weekends
When your playing with those boys on the weekends
I can almost handle it for the short days of the week
But then I see you out, on the weekend
When you're out getting played
One more shot just to numb the pain
But with or without it still feels the same
Maybe this time I’ll try gasoline
Because I need to feel something, something new
lyrically i don't think its much, but i like how it came to be as a song at least...
www.myspace.com/handelsdrinkingproblem
Why do all the drunk boys?
Get to touch those lips
And she’s laugh and she flirts and she dances away
But a look of recognition it gives her away
And every guy that you meet, just wants in those sheets
But when its you and me we will just drift off to bed
Two lonely hearts owning up to what’s in our heads
I think I miss you more on the weekends
When your playing with those boys on the weekends
I can almost handle it for the short days of the week
But then I see you out, on the weekend
When you're out getting played
And you know when you realize
they won't call again
Just know of that one boy in the guise of a friend
A boy who lacks polish but likes to pretend
That you and him will one day
Be something, something sweet
but your liver takes over, when your judgment has failed
When you called him mr. wrong you hit it right on the nail
I think I miss you more on the weekends
When your playing with those boys on the weekends
I can almost handle it for the short days of the week
But then I see you out, on the weekend
When you're out getting played
One more shot just to numb the pain
But with or without it still feels the same
Maybe this time I’ll try gasoline
Because I need to feel something, something new
lyrically i don't think its much, but i like how it came to be as a song at least...