Lyrics
Thats it I hate me,
I dont know where im goin with this,
a prayer leaked out,
and it wasnt when i was concious,
must of been when i was sleepin with the pelicans,
5'3 she must be,
the missing link to the paragraph inside me,
robots in hightops,
holdin mics
that dream fuckin haunts me
i see a girl in the midst with scard wrists,
lets me know she knows about the meening of attention
tattoos determination,
facinated by the thought,
im all ears mam
ill tell you why shed do this,
shed say she loved her jesus,
the other girls were speachless,
theyre all tuned into weakness,
Maybe this is what we do....
Maybe this is how we work....
maybe this is how to sing?
a lover by a simple dream....
Thats it,
her ruff lips,
let that be the last time that i think about her,
then there was before,
clingin to the floor,
startled,
how was i to know she was capable,
i saw an old man,
out eatin by himself,
clearly bothered by the absense of the star theif,
hard teeth,
bit into his meal,
damning her face,
the only thing that ever made him,
outside there was a bus stop,
sittin on the bench the woman who had left him,
she longed the same,
her son was grown,
she never settled
shes stuck with the payment,
She use to be a site though,
the men would stare in cycles,
she spent too long out searchin,
she found everything except her,
Maybe this is what we do....
Maybe this is how we work....
maybe this is how to sing?
a lover by a simple dream....
pure lust,
the worst kind,
the one that makes you feel the need to be protective,
aggresive,
im a good man,
but shes got a way to make me feel obsesive,
out at bars,
in charge,
sitin proud
the little woman with a motive,
crank your engine,
starts the chase,
once you catch her,
the game is all over,
whats next,
place bets,
i guarentee,
i cross her mind when shes lonely,
and when your lonely,
their all lovely,
pretty fuckin bird,
singin songs to my window,
It use to be real easy,
we use to play for keeping,
but now its so misleading,
your tricked to believe shes breathing
Maybe this is what we do....
Maybe this is how we work....
maybe this is how to sing?
a lover by a simple dream....
