It feels like you just went to bed What a dream though next thing you know the sun is out channel 8's here. You've aged another leap year. You're not going you just drove through It's not a picture it's a cartoon. lots o' these clowns got nothin to do. It doesn't seem to ring true. I don't think I'm the one to solve these problems. I don't think I'm the one to solve these problems. Wait a second - it's not too late I bet they postpone the whole thing it's not like you can be replaced try to keep a straight face. You gotta take care of some things at home you miss days when you didn't catch my drift You smiled in a weird kind of way It was quite a display. [Chorus] It’s the root of, every complaint, the fear of telling, what’s in your brain Where is the pedal I can push? You won’t put up a big fuss. If I grow up - end up deranged it’s your fault. Now I have to imagine you kissing my friend. I don’t need the torment.
Written by: Bedford Davis
Submitted by: bedforddavisband on January 05, 2024
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