Tired at 20 years old
Memory collecting before his time
Recall the
What you did to us was inexcusable, you disappointing, sallow
I never thought it matter, never thought it mattered so
Breakaway
(song by Tsunami Bomb and Randy Bourke)
Poor you, you
I think about what's going on, then I stop thinking
Ask her to stay
Ignition turns, the engine burns to life
She
I know I have the chance to meet you
but that's
sittin' on a Friday all alone,
to the pub I dare
For our first date we went to Denny's
We saw my
So these girls live on my street,
or I guess I
No sense trying to impress
Faces emotionless,
Contact with others is unheard
DISCLAIMER: These lyrics are from the demo version of the
come to see you at the mortuary,
you came 'round looking
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