There is this thing That's like touching except you don't touch Back in the day It just went without saying at all All the world's history Gradually
Nothing is crueler than children who come from good homes Gotta forgive them I guess, but whose side are you on? Driving around the old town I remember
couch but she's safe--she wears shades, she wears shades oh, but no one can stare at the wall as good as you, my baby doll and you're aces for playing
Dresden dolls take one This is for all you guys who work on industrial estates Dresden dolls are back in style with a clockwork walk and a backward
Missed me, missed me, now you've got to kiss me If you kiss me, mister, I might tell my sister If I tell her, mister, she might tell my mother And my
You can tell From the scars on my arms And the cracks in my hips And the dents in my car And the blisters on my lips That I'm not the carefullest of girls
an arm is off an eye is missing a face is cracked a mouth is rusting a dress is ripped a hand is stuck this mechanism seems to be broken but pull the
So you don't wanna hear about my good song? You don't wanna hear about how I am getting on With all the things that I can get done The sun is in the sky
Half underwater, I'm half my mother's daughter A fraction's left up to dispute The whole collection, half of the price they're asking In the halfway house
672 672 672 672 Ohh Some day they'll find about you too
Clutching the phone till my hands were sore I never understood pain before, Christopher you cannot know what it does to me hearing you speak with this
ive tried dolls that were guaranteed sixteen or under none were very exciting sorta like a laugh track or whacking off they'll get you off but it's just
Boys wear overcoats in heat like this to keep themselves from showing Girls fill out prescriptions for the tricks That keep their hearts from growing
I've been driving around town With my head spinning around Everywhere I look, I see A '96 Jeep Cherokee You're a bully and a clown You made me cry and
I am an anarchist, an Antichrist, an asterisk I am an [Incomprehensible], an acolyte, an accidental I am eleven feet, okay, eight, six foot three I fought
from the dumpster The kind who tells you, she's bipolar just to make you trust her She's the kind of girl who leaves out condoms on the bedroom dresser
no one's asking to go dancing its not like that anymore its romantic if they mean it when they shut your fingers in the door its a gory sort of story
It is a Thursday I got up early It is a challenge I?m usually lazy I make some coffee I eat some rice chex And then I sit down To check my inbox I only
