(Again, one more incomplete song.. Or maybe its just too short !! My brains just don't work at times.. Love the last two lines though..
Note to Self: Gotta Improve Vocab.)
Why so low?
Whats with the strait laced lips?
Starin out yer window,
when life gives you shit..
You need some silence,
i'll grant you none..
Bring out the violins,
strum the guns ..
Just shoot the lousy air, thats got to you ..
Al this commotion will pull you through..
*
Drink some wine,
then drink some more..
Stick yer tongue out, slam that door..
Just know you know it,
you can't unknow this..
Tie up the poodle,
its not yer purpose..
You need no silence,
just need some fun..
Bring out the violins,
upstrum those guns..
Just pop the lousy dick
that's got to you!
Law three of motion will pull ya through..
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