Из альбома: Math and Other Problems
Get off my heart
Cuz you've been standing on it all day
Can my lips part
With the words that I want to say
And as I run into the walls cuz I don't have the balls to run over him
You just sit in the dark there alone where he parks there, resisting sin
And when the angels start to sing
And when my ears beginning to ring
I think I'm crazy cuz I sing
For the rich girl
Where do I start
Please pull the splinters from my knees
I tired so hard
To get you to be seen with me
And does the leopard print book full of phone numbers look like a cover up
Cuz I got too much pride to let this one slide
And to try and go and fuck this up