miércoles, 19 de mayo de 2010

You said you didn't need me (but you did) You said you didn't want me (but you do) It's kinda like a comedy Well first you kiss me Then you say we're through I say you got some issuses (yeah, you do) Some things you gotta work through (really do) It's sorta like a talk show, no wait a freak show When the freak is you I'm the smoke from your fire I'm that lie you can trust I'm the chord on your guitar I'm that girl you can't shut up I'm that blood you might need In your car when you speed In that cigarette you breathe You can't get rid of me You said I wasn't funny (but you laughed) You said I couldn't drive fast (then you crashed) Funny how it works out With your big mouth You'll always get it back (ha ha ha ha) You thought you had me worked out (you're not deep) Mr. "I Screw About" (you're still a creep) At best you could've confessed That you're a big mess And that you're so damn weak I'm the smoke from your fire I'm that lie you can trust I'm the chord on your guitar I'm that girl you can't shutup I'm the blood you might need In your car when you speed In that cigarette you breathe You can't get rid of me But still, I try and justify Try to let this die We'll never say goodbye I can't wait I'll rub it in your face Dressed in pretty lace I'll send you home, to cry I'm the blood you might need In your car when you speed In that cigarette you breathe You can't get rid of me Yeah, yeah

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