This is not one of the things I previously mentioned working on. Still haven't finished those. Like I said, they'll be long. I just whipped this out. Not perfect, but enough for now.
You got me feeling like a jerk
in an ocean of blue, blue, blue
You're forgetting it fast,
that you're the one that set the mood
I'm broke but I'm laughin'
while you're tying your shoes
You're drunk just like you planned it
and you're blowing me away
With the way that you keep changing
how do you expect me to ever match your mood
You say its all my fault but I never told you
anything but the truth
Night time, it keeps falling
you're still howling at the whisky moon
Night time, it keeps calling
and I'm locking myself in my room
'Cause when the phone rings me alive
I don't even have to think or blink
I just open it and pour my black and blonde out
right into your wide open mouth
And every night you sing it right back
tossing stones and lifting bricks from my back
Until one night your tongue goes flat,
swallows me up and burns me black.
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