spitter with the flow shit bitter like burned butterBut

Tiny pieces come to me every dayStill I waitThings are falling

like I’ve been to the core, nothing’s changed”“Okay, maybe it’s

lights are on, but you're not homeYour mind is

know we can't mend it, I knowBut if we

you)(Hello)(There used to be three of us, now there's four)(This

me 'round the latest recordBy the newest thingSo convinced,

you know a sweet little Suzie, yeah?She's up on

you know a sweet little Suzie, yeah?She's up on

de es posible (Yeh) que puedas fingir (Ey, Too

Some days you gotta be strongYeah you're picking up the pieces

two, know I've no right to askAfter the

I have to tell you again?Don't take my word

you didn't have to cut me and then

If I had a doll of youI’d sprinkle it with rosesAnd

two, three, is a place in my headWhere

only been out of town for a few daysAnd

LostIn her faceCaughtOn the thought of a tasteSoldOn the fantasyBoughtFor a

the days of misadventureWhere adventure, were you there?Beneath the

Slice my nails into ur carcas & let me holdt ur