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When can we, yeah can we, work it out? Meditation just makes you more strung out I wish you had a guru to tell you to let it go, let it go. I wanna walk through the park in the dark Men are scared that women will laugh at them I wanna walk through the park in the dark Women are scared that men will kill them I hold my keys Between my fingers. I wanna walk through the park in the dark Men are scared that women will laugh at them I wanna walk through the park in the dark Women are scared that men will kill them. Your desperation stinks I can smell it on your breath A certain absolut anosmic Got yourself to blame for this.SEE VIDEO BY TOPIC: Selena Gomez - Good for You (ft. A$AP Rocky) [Yellow Claw & Cesqeaux Remix]
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When can we, yeah can we, work it out? Meditation just makes you more strung out I wish you had a guru to tell you to let it go, let it go. I wanna walk through the park in the dark Men are scared that women will laugh at them I wanna walk through the park in the dark Women are scared that men will kill them I hold my keys Between my fingers. I wanna walk through the park in the dark Men are scared that women will laugh at them I wanna walk through the park in the dark Women are scared that men will kill them.
Your desperation stinks I can smell it on your breath A certain absolut anosmic Got yourself to blame for this. Not really it seems. I sleep in late another day oh what a wonder oh what a waste. The nice lady next door talks of green beds and all the nice things that she wants to plant in them. My throat feels like a funnel filled with weet bix and kerosene and oh no, next thing i know they call up triple o. Have you got some money saved up for those rainy days?
You should start some sort of trust fund just incase you fail. My friends play in bands, they are better than everything on radio. Should get married, have some babies, watch the evening news. You used to live round the corner cigarettes and alcohol. We used to speak every morning I was sleeping on the floor. I still get the mail for you I leave it at the door. Every letter seems a warning, pay your rego by the fourth. Monday morning laundry or coffee on the garden wall.
Heading down the Highway Hume somewhere at the end of June. Sometimes I think a single sneeze could be the end of us, my hay-fever is turning up, just swerved into a passing truck. Big business overtaking, without indicating; he passes on the right, been driving through the night to bring us the best price.
More people die on the road than they do in the ocean, maybe we should mull over culling cars instead of sharks or just lock them up in parks where we can go and view them. We drive to a house in Preston, we see police arresting a man with his hand in a bag. This place seems depressing. Then I see the handrails in the shower, a collection of those canisters for coffee, tea and flour, and a photo of a young man in a van in Vietnam. Wakes up at a quarter past nine, fare evades his way down the 96 tram line.
Feeling sick at the sight of his computer he dodges his way through the Swanston commuters. Rips off his tie, hands it to a homeless man, sleeping in the corner of a Metro bus stand. Gonna count the minutes that the trains run late. Sit on the grass building pyramids out of Coke cans. He waits for an elevator, 1 to 9, a lady walks in and waits by his side.
Vickers perfume on her breath, a tortoise-shell necklace between her breasts. Remember some people have real problems next time you whine. Why you so eager to please? I wear my heart on my sleeve. I like you despise you admire you what are we gonna do when everything all falls through? Underworked and oversexed I must express my disinterest, the rats are back inside my head what would Freud have said?
All different sizes and all shades of green, slashing it down just seems kinda mean. Who am I to deny myself a pawn for you to use? Oh the calamity I wanna go to sleep for an eternity…who am I to deny myself a pawn?
An eye for an eye for an eye for an eye, I dreamed I stabbed you with a coat hanger wire. Friends treat you like a stranger and Strangers treat you like their best friend, oh well Spare a thought for the ones that came before All in a daze bending backwards to reach your goal.
Friends treat you like a stranger and Strangers treat you like their best friend, oh well. Everybody wants to have their say Forever waiting for some car crash I need a little time out I need a little time out From me And you. You seem to have the weight of the world Upon your bony shoulders well hold on You need a little time out You need a little time out From you And me.
Got a momentary bend Gimme dreams up-stream Lower Dantian screaming. You catch the moon so carefully Breath out, breath in This tiger claw gets patient Pull back n release. I lay awake at four, staring at the wall, counting all the cracks backwards in my best French.
I pretend the plaster is the skin on my palms and the cracks are representative of what is going on. Come round to mine, we can swap clothes and drink wine all night.
Leave your shoes at the door, along with your troubles. Thank you for cooking for me, I had a really nice evening, just you and me. Then you switched it around to a little bit of backstroke. I tried my very best to impress you, held my breath longer than I normally do. We're just like two icebergs in climate change: drifting away. Hey Debbie Downer turn that frown upside down and just be happy.
We had some lows we had some mids we had some highs. You have made your bed, I know better than to sleep in it. Better off dead than the hell that will become of it.
I got drunk and fell asleep atop the sheets but luckily i left the heater on. I stayed drunk and fell awake and i was cycling on a plane and far away i heard you say you liked me. They made their paints by mixing acid wash and lemonade. In my brain I re-arrange the letters on the page to spell your name. The stones became the moss and once all inhibitions lost, the hipsters made a mission to the farm. We drove by tractor there, the yellow straw replaced our hair, we laced the dairy river with the cream of sweet vermouth.
I touched on and off and rubbed my arm up against yours and still the inspector inspected me. The lady in the roof was living proof that nothing really ever is exactly as it seems. We caught the river boat downstream and ended up beside a team of angry footballers. I fed the ducks some krill then we were sucked against our will into the welcome doors of the casino. We drank green margaritas, danced with sweet senoritas, and we all went home as winners of a kind.
Guess it just wants to die? I was busy underwater seeing how long I could hold my breath. A drowning flower caught my eye and I had to come on up for air. I'm down to three packs a day of Mi Goreng I can't explain it. Can't wait for you to go away cos i just crave that meagre taste yeah.
That MSG tastes good to me, i disagree with all your warnings. And it can't be true that they use glue to keep the noodles stuck together. I withdraw from all my friends and their dinner plans, I'm sick of lentils. I wanna grow tomatoes on the front steps. Sunflowers, bean sprouts, sweet corn and radishes.
I take a hit from an asthma puffer. I do it wrong. I was never good at smoking bongs. Did you see that special on TV the other eve? Are you eating? You sound so thin. My house has an open door. You need a lock and a key. I love all of your ideas. You love the idea of me. Taxidermied kangaroos are littered on the shoulders. A possum Jackson Pollock is painted on the tar.
Her heels are high and her bag is snakeskin. Hair pulled so tight you can see her skeleton. Wait until the letter's red until my bills get paid.
Aw tell me, tell me, tell me, when's it gonna change? Every morning I feel more useless than before. Trying hard to see the point in anything at all. Aw I've been trying, I've been trying really hard.
Go to Songsear. I need help finding a song with the lyrics I think "I do drugs in my minivan. I make love in my minivan" Heard it on eminem radio. The 8 track was the last we listened together before he died.
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