Sometimes you look so beautiful But love is just a chemical Pa**ing through my head this time the songs will write the words To the music I've been making the walks that i've been taking Have been getting longer This time the songs will write the words
I'm sick of being sick of being thirsty for a drink of The one thing you could give me if I could just forgive me Block the door with the bookend Brace the table and the ceiling meanwhile books will fall on our heads