talk to me like a normal one
sink or swim, you'd rather sit in your boat
Time Machine
you take your social cues from the sink
they lead you on
secret things, you're telling everyone
but you won't tell me
my invitation's off
your expectations reek of impossibility
they lead you on
have a drink
you've probably worked so hard feeling bad all week
i watch you sell your soul
if the fog sinks in
you wouldn't change a single thing
at least you won't