August 2007
I confess, I messed up
dropping "I'm sorry" like you're still around
And I know you dressed up
"hey kid you'll never live this down"
'Cause you're just the girl all the boys want to dance with
I've got the gift of one liners
And you've got the curse of curves
And with this gift I compose words
And the question that comes forward
Are you perspiring from the irony
Or sweating to these ly
I’m a preacher sweating in the pews
For the salvation I’m bringing you
I’m a salesman, I’m selling you hooks and plans
And myself making demands
When I’m home alone I just dance by mys
now for the freakshowdown,an hollow end
came to see me break down for what it's worth.
Now for the last words we never said,
I'm losing my voice in this fearful fight
..and I hope to shape this