Lyrics:
can't be defined
By a kiss n tell
I love you like Marshall love writing shit
I love you like the
Patriots love cheating shit
Bonnie & Clyde shit fighting
Remember when there was nothing else to do
But lie in bed and
Wonder how it was always up to you
And no one else and
Early mornings, made by
Made my bed this morning, I'm good
Made my bed this morning, I'm good
Made my bed this morning, I'm good
Made my bed this morning, I'm good
Made my
raged, we flew off the page
Such damage was done
But I made it through, 'cause somebody knew
I was meant for someone
So girl, leave your boots by
Bottle of perfume left for dead
On the table by her side of the bed
I spray a little in the air
And out of nowhere, she's there
Hair on fire in
side of town
But I was proud to call
That old black man my friend
He had a pillow by the bed he used to pray on
And a beat up old guitar he let me
think that I would be up
But my bed sheets shade the heat of choices I've made
And what did I find?
I never thought I could want someone so much
getting so sick of this right wing republican shit
These ugly old man scared of young tit and dick
So I try to think of something that made me sick
from Germantown
We did ride
We made our bed sir from the rock on the mountainside
We been blowin' around from town to town
Lookin' for a place
sharpening their leathers
Learn it by heart, that's the rule
All I remember is dreading September and school
CHORUS
And they made me for better or worse
So if you really love me, come on and let it show
You know I love you, I always will
My mind's made up by the way that I feel
There's no
who?
Start work is free and so full of impressions
Abstraction face and I look just like you
Take me by my warm hand and I'll be there
I'll be in
Well, they've made a Golden Idol of the girl you used to be
Hangin' bangles on your branches like a lonely Christmas tree.
Yeah, they've dressed
Sat by a river, wasting my time
I looked at the water and it gave me a sign
I made connection, my reflection
Was calling me back to rock and roll
I woke up and called this morning
The tone of your voice was a warning
That you don't care for me anymore
I made up the bed we sleep in
I
to waste, embraced
by the loss of one he could not replace
and there's no reason that she'd pass
and there is no god with the plan, it's sad
and his
in bed
So ain't no future fuckin' you, I ain't the bitch to love ya
Can't do a damn thang for you, if you ain't about money
Nine outta ten, I
Five AM in the mornin', whiskey still runnin' through my head
I could get out of bed and maybe I'll just have another cigarette
As long as I can
on that fame bus
'Cause I promise when we step out you'll be famous
Modern day Bonnie and Clyde what they named us
'Cause when we pull up (prr prr) all
Bumpin' and humpin' like it's nothing, feel like a asthmatic
69 her favorite, that's simple mathematics
And she can tell by my eyes I love that ass-clapping
Today the landlady, she said to me
"Your loony friend just made a pass at me"
Perhaps you might enjoy a cottage by the sea
So pack your toys away
You heard me nigga
This bitch right here a curvin' nigga
You can play it Wednesday
You can see by Thursday nigga
Walk around and take some
I split
I've been a hat down Marlboro Red
I've kept my boots right by the bed
So I can take off when I want to
And I've been a long lost desperado
Got
bottle down
And he grabbed me by my hair
[Chorus]
He threw me in the needle bed
Across my dress he lay
Then he pined my hands above my head
And I
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