glycerine
so don't even ask me
grace- yeah i love school night too. i also love gravel, as is, not a pretty girl, little plastic castles etc etc
there's a chair in my head
on which i used to sit
took a pencil and i wrote
the following on it
now there's a key where my wonderful mouth used to be
dig it up, throw it at me
dig it up and throw it at me
where can i run to
where can i hide
who will i turn to
now i'm in a virgin state of mind
got a knife to disengage the voids that i can't bear
to cut out words i've got written on my chair
like do you think i'm sexy
do you think i really care
can i burn the mazes i grow?
can i? i don't think so
there's a chair in my head
on which i used to sit
took a pencil and i wrote
the following on it
now there's a key where my wonderful mouth used to be
dig it up, throw it at me
dig it up and throw it at me
where can i run to
where can i hide
who will i turn to
now i'm in a virgin state of mind
got a knife to disengage the voids that i can't bear
to cut out words i've got written on my chair
like do you think i'm sexy
do you think i really care
can i burn the mazes i grow?
can i? i don't think so