а я пройдусь по музыке: Panic at the Disco
The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde,
And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes.
Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Well we're just a wet dream for the webzine
Can we fast-forward to go down on me?
Stop there and let me correct it
I wanna live a life from a new perspective
When you're in black slacks with accentuating, off-white, pinstripes
Whoa, everything goes according to plan.
Boys will be boys
Hiding in estrogen and wearing Aubergine dreams
Fall Out Boy
Why don't you just drop dead?
Strike us like matches, cause everyone deserves the flames
I am God's gift but why would he bless me with
Such wit without a conscience equipped
And I've traced your shadows on the wall
Now I
them whenever I'm down,
Whenever I'm down
Let the guitar scream like a fascist
Douse yourself in cheap perfume it's
So fitting, so fitting of the way you are
You can't cover it up
We take sour sips from life's lush lips
And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships
We keep the beat with your blistered feet
And we bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing
To hands between legs, to "whatever it takes"
To drinks at the club to the bar
To the keys to your car
To hotel stairs to the emergency exit door
To the love
I left my conscience pressed
Between the pages of the Bible in the drawer
"What did it ever do for me" I say
It never calls me when I'm down
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The best of us can find happiness
In misery