October 2009
I have to block out thoughts of you, so I don't lose my head They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take So I'll drive so fu
I have to block out thoughts of you, so I don't lose my head They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take So I'll drive so fu