The Art Of Blowing Glass vs. The Act Of Breaking It - GDP

The Art Of Blowing Glass vs. The Act Of Breaking It - GDP

Год
2013
Язык
`angielski`
Длительность
203430

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The Art Of Blowing Glass vs. The Act Of Breaking It

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A pimp like Dumbledore, a whore like Mother Mary

Tele-vanglists keep closets full of fairies

Pet truck stop lot lizards and aged cherry

I saw her crying at the drive-in, thought her bruises was cute

The sick heart is a carnival and we’re just passing through

Something told me to run, never could trust the truth

Happiness is warm cum, bang bang, shoot shoot

There are worst things than being alone

Or so it goes, take her number out my phone

And play a song that I know on the stereo

She will come around like a merry-go

And there we go, menthol lights and diet cherry coke

Her breath smells of formaldehyde and a thousand guys

When we would drive the mountain side and try her mother’s wine

But I can never find the time cause she’s dead behind the eyes

Besides;

the only chemistry is pride

She’s to naive;

which is why she always dry heave

And wear the wild fits to make the guys scream for ice cream

I need to get my eyes off of her high-beams

But when I try and leave she always finds me, the size queen

Her skin is paper and her spine is just a string

She’s had a couple partner’s but it’s tighter than you think

There are worst thing’s than being alone, I know I know but

I was at a low when I had her at hello

And if I told her once I must’ve told her thirty times before

Just a man taking what he needs from the store

But she wanted more, and can i bum another smoke?

Sleeping through september waking up beside a ghost

There are worst things than being alone, I sold my soul

For a firm set of titties and a shallow barren hole

She said she wishes it was only just the two of us

I love you like my first time shootin' up

She said her past has got nothing to do with us

Do a bump or two of adderall and get all loosened up

I searched the cabbage patch nebula and it gave me a garbage pail kid

She made all my abortions as true as they is

And every sunset and apocalypse a lost heart

I loved you so crazy I lost my art;

Joan of Arc

Baby, I was lost to start

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