Friday, October 30, 2009
wandering the streets, and the world underneath it all,
nothing seems to be;
nothing tastes so sweet as what I can't have.
and it's the thousandth time and it's even bolder,
don't be surprised if you get bent over,
they told ya, but you were dyin' for it.
yeah it would be cool it could be too,
stop running round in circles off of what we fuel,
living a lie eventually believing it's true.
the word's on the streets and it's on the news:
i'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you.
he's got two left feet and he bites my moves.
i'm not gonna teach him how to dance, dance, dance, dance.
cut and paste,
noise sound music epic
life on the second floor transcends entertainment
posted @2:22 AM
