Album: Goodbye Bread
It's going to be weird.
Give me back my smoking arm
I'm taking back my breathing (gone)
Cops aren't the nicest thing
Robbers ain't the movie screen
I found a cigarette in my spleen
Found the tape next to the machine
This summer thing is beating
Haven't been there for years
'Cause I can feel it too
Not here, not like you
Can't can't feel it there (too)
Everything there for years
I can't feel it
I can't feel it, too
For you, for you
I can't feel it
I can't feel it, too
For you, for you
I can't it all
But I can't feel it, too
For you, for you
I can't it all
And I can't feel it, too
For you, for you
I can't feel it
I can't feel it, too
For you, for you
I can't feel it
I can't feel it, too
For you, for you