scared to death of the telephone
cringe at the thought of
Hard to keep my self satisfied
and keep my head straight
I
You flew Away
I'm sick of all the imports
Now you're scared
Sometimes I wish that I could
climb inside a cave
i dont want to talk to you
you don't seem to
I got an A for the day in Mr. Bishops
When I saw you standing there
It was crystal clear to
blur the days togeather
postcards spread across my legs
books and bottles
Weathered, Hitting new lows
Uninspired, I can't let that one show
I'm
One light to the next, short distances between
numbers of the
i cant remember the last time i felt this bad
and
Scared to death of the telephone. Cringe at the thought
It's so hard to swallow, all the lumps in my
This is what I get, I guess I'm not your
Cold fronts go continental and the sunshine state's on fire.
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