Tyne Lute
11/21/08, 09:56 PM
Pick pick at this tidbit
Don't forget to leave me a sip
I want a little quick of us
I cannot wait for the 3rd relationship, it'll be tough
To take a dip down memory lane
Because the start of a new one just isn't the same
Staring through tough black mirrors
Licking sugars from the stained glass
The dreams that fill me up so
The nightmare that will never loosen its hold
Gripping, slipping tripping over the thought of you
Landing face down in the bleeding love that I might've been true
I've got candy there; sweet treats to nibble on while you dream
I am the sugar plums baby the ones that keep you for digging six feet
How about:
The stains on the walls, the howls in the halls, the bloody mention of your name
I'm ready to land...ready
Friends what friends
Those voices you hear?
These are my friends now
I see them through the stained glass on the mirrors edge
I dream about of life on my death bed
Goodnight
Don't forget to leave me a sip
I want a little quick of us
I cannot wait for the 3rd relationship, it'll be tough
To take a dip down memory lane
Because the start of a new one just isn't the same
Staring through tough black mirrors
Licking sugars from the stained glass
The dreams that fill me up so
The nightmare that will never loosen its hold
Gripping, slipping tripping over the thought of you
Landing face down in the bleeding love that I might've been true
I've got candy there; sweet treats to nibble on while you dream
I am the sugar plums baby the ones that keep you for digging six feet
How about:
The stains on the walls, the howls in the halls, the bloody mention of your name
I'm ready to land...ready
Friends what friends
Those voices you hear?
These are my friends now
I see them through the stained glass on the mirrors edge
I dream about of life on my death bed
Goodnight