got a smear on her face, can't hear what she's saying
life with similar faces is fast paced
you ain't well spoken back in spokane
and all we've got here is cocaine
no money no chronic all i've got are stereophonics
and all these friends of mine don't they make you sick?
everyone looked familiar, everyone looked similar
all this time, liquor was filler...
all i ever did for anyone was show up
not talkin about it
all i ever did for anyone was shut my mouth
not talkin about it
got a cut in her nose, can't feel what she's breathing
while i'm getting off on songs about fucking
where are my friends while we're sitting on a blue chair?
and we both know that this isn't fair
the awkward kids are waiting for a kick
the awkward kids are waiting for a kiss
the awkward kids are gonna get a hit
the awkward kids are gonna get fucked
i guess this is how it feels to go back to normal way of life, we're happy here
you might call me a liar but i couldn't even tell her how lucky they are, how beautiful you are
but i swear it was written on my face
now you've got me reading between the lines of the truth you said was there
and all i can see is that ragged that you sharpened troubled frame of mind
cause this whole time
you couldn't even tell her how lucky you are
couldn't even tell me how beautiful they are
cause they are
last night i dreamed that i pushed you off me and tonight i'll dream i cannot find my eyes
cause you won't take back that mean little alibi you wasted taking your whole life
says you're happy
cause this whole time
i couldn't even tell her how lucky they are
i couldn't even tell you how beautiful you are
i couldn't even tell her how lucky they are
i couldn't even tell you how awful you are
cause you are
i've only got eyes for you my sweet podium blues can't stand being on reds i'm sorry that just won't do if for some kind of a benefit maybe i'll smoke your cigarette only if you'll let me touch your breaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
for the greatest disassociates might be a misanthropic when you're 43 somewhere in the tropics looking for a crisis when you're 43 some kind of a mess longing for the tropics
i witnessed your lit cigarette over the balcony breeze couldn't you be so kind to do the same for me what with your eyes and all if only you weren't so loose i've still got eyes for you sweet sweet podium blueaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
have you met ted yet he's a disassociate of mine but his cat's eyes will never meet your magnificent thighs when he's 43 you can surely see it was either your future or yesterday what is this a serious crime?
somehow being 19 really wore us out
when we talk about a circumstance and asking how
such a providence of warmth as if in rhode island
dead or alive in montreal
such a magnificent scent
what a profound sound
hits are hard to take
wanna piss in the shade
i don't doubt that you know where i'm comin from
when we talk about a circumstance that seems wrong
later on i might like to discuss some shit
although i hope we don't forget about it
i just want to smoke pot and that is all
cause i don't give a fuck about anything
i just want to smoke pot and that is all
cause i don't care about fuckin anything
somehow being 19 really wore us out
when we talk about a circumstance that seems wrong
got a little sick of cigarette smoke and plastic fumes
and being stoned alone feels quite alright
been a prisoner of a lot
strips of wool and deep dark thought
geniuses are martyrs too
along with the cold in this room
and i'm here to tell you you'll never escape
you could not find a place to go
no modeled rock no box of snow
you could not find your lover's bag
along with the noise in your head
i've got smokes in hand and aviators and contraband
too pissed off to go to fuckin town to go to fuckin bed
in the smoke of my lungs and the smack of my veins
you will need tattoos on your taint
i know i'm sad much sadder than you
and honesty's so brutal more brutal than george
there is all and nothing more and not much to do in particular
but jack pills in fair company or no company at all
don't you hate/have
so brutal
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