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'You're Just a Whore with a Regular Old Whore's Heart'
Wonʼt somebody Google me the glory days of my life? If theyʼve come and gone I mustʼve been sleeping, or high Where was my Winnie Cooper? The violins with my first kiss? Where is my Ambien now? This worldʼs a headache that just wonʼt quit So could somebody help me find the inner peace To help me survive these demons? They stay out late, drinking with pretty girls But tomorrowʼs the best youʼve ever felt, feeling like shit
Because your emotions were always just a little too much to explain And my reactions were always delayed like the southbound D-train Tonight Iʼm almost drunk enough to explain My tattoos and theories on censorship policies I know Iʼm not alone, and this might sound inane But once I felt your heartbeat in sync with my heartbeat
Today Iʼm going on strike, Iʼm not going to work Iʼm not falling in love, Iʼm not getting hurt Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Oh, time with you was like the flu... All I remember was the heat
Wonʼt somebody Google you the glory days of your youth? Itʼs got to be painful knowing it never gets better for you than high school So hold your breath and blow the eyelash And wish yourself some inner peace If you blow me a kiss Iʼll flip you off Because the whole town knows our story And a cold brew tastes better than you So I swear to God Iʼm done dwelling Tonight weʼll stay out late drinking with pretty girls to erase your memories So where is my alcohol now? This worldʼs a headache that wonʼt quit And weʼll stay out late drinking with those pretty girls Tomorrowʼs the best youʼve ever felt, feeling like shit
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