beau blood rush
11/12/08, 07:01 AM
*I'm yet to finish the chorus and the bridge, and i'll fix up the verse's.
but thought I'd post this before i go to bed to see what you guys like and dislike.
night!
B.K.G
just one floor from a let down, hoping that your a hit enough to break my fall.
if only for the fame, his dearest catch of the da-da-da-da-da-da-day, late.
well I've been told, "you make this town feel old,"
the worst part's I already know,
I'm just a waistcoat with a peachy grin gathering dust on your bedroom floor.
(cause tonight's an open pore that just won't close.)
and you're not quite shallow, then again
you don't run quite as wet as the ink from this pen
good luck kid, good luck kid
you're gonna need it (you're gonna need it)
hail the heart-breaker's
by trade, she's a preacher but she's not preaching faith
(she preachers love)
"made in misery".
but don't, don't ship me off,
like this crate could really keep me in.
with two-step tongues creeping down lungs, flooding them. uh, uh, uh
we made love, wrong
with dusk-rings worn around dawn-eyes,
lies cover up the make-up, covering the lie
you're still picture perfect,
only not quite the kind I'd hang bed-side
good luck kid, good luck kid
you're gonna need it (you're gonna need it)
hail the heart-breaker's
by trade, she's a preacher but she's not preaching faith
(she preachers love)
and i'd wish i could hate the way you make me feel, if only you weren't the star i'd wish upon
good luck kid, good luck kid
you're gonna need it (you're gonna need it)
hail the heart-breaker's
by trade, she's a preacher but she's not preaching faith
(she preachers love)
but thought I'd post this before i go to bed to see what you guys like and dislike.
night!
B.K.G
just one floor from a let down, hoping that your a hit enough to break my fall.
if only for the fame, his dearest catch of the da-da-da-da-da-da-day, late.
well I've been told, "you make this town feel old,"
the worst part's I already know,
I'm just a waistcoat with a peachy grin gathering dust on your bedroom floor.
(cause tonight's an open pore that just won't close.)
and you're not quite shallow, then again
you don't run quite as wet as the ink from this pen
good luck kid, good luck kid
you're gonna need it (you're gonna need it)
hail the heart-breaker's
by trade, she's a preacher but she's not preaching faith
(she preachers love)
"made in misery".
but don't, don't ship me off,
like this crate could really keep me in.
with two-step tongues creeping down lungs, flooding them. uh, uh, uh
we made love, wrong
with dusk-rings worn around dawn-eyes,
lies cover up the make-up, covering the lie
you're still picture perfect,
only not quite the kind I'd hang bed-side
good luck kid, good luck kid
you're gonna need it (you're gonna need it)
hail the heart-breaker's
by trade, she's a preacher but she's not preaching faith
(she preachers love)
and i'd wish i could hate the way you make me feel, if only you weren't the star i'd wish upon
good luck kid, good luck kid
you're gonna need it (you're gonna need it)
hail the heart-breaker's
by trade, she's a preacher but she's not preaching faith
(she preachers love)