I spoke words that will melt in your hand, I spoke words of wisdom. In the basement people, in the basement many surprises await you. So now you on your own, won’t you come back home to see you’re not that kind and find the strength to find the strength to find another way.
Take your time, make up your mind. Though it won’t change the world, you’ll be more inclined to have a point of view that makes it through. But you’re just passionate, you’re just passionate.
And so you’re drinking in your room to make it all go. It didn’t end too soon, you’ve got the next one. You’re holding on too long, you’ve got to let go. Your other love is gone and you know it’s too late.
I am leaving, this is starting to feel like it’s right before my eyes though I can’t taste it.
Fall out of love, the contra. Cheek’s blushing, endured voice, warm blood, lyrics everywhere, and nervousness. Try to make it work with low profile. Now that just won’t do.
Still. Screw you.
*most sentences here in courtesy of songs in “Tourist History” album