tweakin
Bluelighter
Imperfection in a perfect, perfect world
...with my daisies watered Daily,
and my reaction lacking Real friction, diction
and a picture of what is really honest and true...
My sentiments aching, Faking It and nearly
breaking
into the sensibility i know i should find ...
I'm hard as nails with the rising of the big
yellow yellow sun, and as it sets i grope
for another passage, a way out of here...
He brings back the memories
with grinding, biting, harsh music...
music to my Ears...
Soap queens with their bright eyes
and artificial hair - they dream of something plastic -
something pretty...
i dream of prancing in green fields
with my daisies watered daily...
...with my daisies watered Daily,
and my reaction lacking Real friction, diction
and a picture of what is really honest and true...
My sentiments aching, Faking It and nearly
breaking
into the sensibility i know i should find ...
I'm hard as nails with the rising of the big
yellow yellow sun, and as it sets i grope
for another passage, a way out of here...
He brings back the memories
with grinding, biting, harsh music...
music to my Ears...
Soap queens with their bright eyes
and artificial hair - they dream of something plastic -
something pretty...
i dream of prancing in green fields
with my daisies watered daily...
