I'm talkin' I'm talkin'
I'm talkin' to myself more
Needle, fetal
Someone's pour
All that I need is the air that I breathe
And
bee girl, youre gonna die
you dont wanna be famous
Solo y tan triste estoy como um viejo piano
Clarea y
Candy says I've come to hate my body
and all that
Tongue tied, nerves as big as boulders
Why Mom, I thought
I don't feel the sun's coming out today
It's staying in...
It was late one night in Southern Texas
My dad was
Come now and listen babe
I gotta reason why I behave
Like
Grab my knee and
look at me and try to tell
His feet are dirty
And his face, his face is long
And
New York City soothing my itchy itchy month of May
Time
Ready...Ever had the feeling of maybe blowing your face upon
I remember we used to sit out back and drink
I`m entering a frame bombarded by indecision
Where a man