I sat outside my front window
this story's going somewhere
"he's well hung", and i am hanging on
there's a song on the radio that says
"let's get this party started"
so lets get this party started
What you do on your own time's just fine
my imaginations much worse, i just never want to know
and what meant the world had folded like legs and fingers holding on to what escapes me what he has: a better kiss that never lasts
You said, between your smiles and regrets
"don't say it's over"
dead and gone
The calm before the storm, set it off, and the sun burnt out tonight
a reception less than warm set it off, and the sun burnt out tonight
This is me standing on the arch of the door
hating the look that's on your face,
that says there's another fool like me
there's one born every minute
What you do on your own time's just fine
my imaginations much worse, i just never want to know
what meant the world imploded, inflated then demanded all my oxygen to product gas and suffocated my last chance