There's a little ring on it
And they won't say why
My eyes are bleeding sunspots
And when they explode
I pass out in red/white
Some lives are like a brick wall
And when they install their programs
They all crash
Folding in against itself
Nothing new
Just take it
Something's stealing up again
Find a roll and tape it
I don't mind but
Some thing bug me
1 | I Hate You, Rob Crow |
2 | Taste |
3 | Over Your Heart |
4 | Over The Summer |
5 | If Wade Would Call |
6 | Burns |
7 | Leveling |
8 | Focus |
9 | Chucked |
10 | No Sun |