quinta-feira, 4 de fevereiro de 2010


Your honey mouth makes me sick
Your lies are pretty and I think
Continues from desast-ick
Your lovers all got around
Make all the peep of what you sound
I'm all but lost in the ground
You don't need me to survive
Too easy moving your life
You bet to know I'm alive
You were a stranger when we kissed
And doesn't seem I exist
Just cross me off your list