You smell like smoke and you look like a bad idea
My head hurts from moving
And I really don't want to be a
Bore anymore so I do beg your pardon
But I think that you might just be the answer to my problems
She said I'd like to get out of here if you please please please please
And when we got out side her hair just started playing with the breeze
And I tripped over my words as I tried to get them out
And it came out as a whisper when I should have just shout
And the moons monochrome musings were really quite amusing
Why does this shit matter if I feel empty anyways
It's like trying to fill a hole that just gets deeper everyday
God let me feel something
God let me feel something
God let me feel something
