I'm in love with the hands that keep falling off my hips
to see if anybody wants one
signed on dots
one by one
tell me that you've stocked all your days
freeing all your nights up
grey matter
they said it would happen
everytime you subtract it the more we divide
but all hopes lost for the servant
he's trying but he's caught up in a chore fetching with no pay off
Grey ghost said he's always confused christmas isn't christmas til the boy's got the blues
they were right there next to me
it only get's better the second it's pitied
all hopes been roped in for weekends and such
he always leaves a message cause she never picks up
but they were right there next to me
it only gets better the second it's pitied