P.S.B.Y.C.
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P.S.B.Y.C.
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My body is now a shade, a shade from last night
My mind now starts to fade, it's sayin' good bye
The world just failed to show the right way for me to go
And now everything around me is just spinnin'
I can't coordinate my body and mind
Your lips are far away, they're sayin' good bye
The world just failed to show the right way for me to go
And it seems that all my demons are winning
And now it seems that I just can't think about anything
My head is spinnin' and I just got up, but here we go again
Was it a dream? Cuz' our lips just fit like they were the same
Like they were the same
And now my head hurts
And I think I forgot my keys in that street
I lost my mind just for a tiny bliss
And under my shirt I feel your hands all over me
They're like scissors and they cut my soul from misery
I can't remember, how have I got this far?
I have wasted a couple hours chasin' shooting stars
And yeah Peter, I'm sorry 'bout your car
I'll clean it so please don't be mad
Running out of todays, tomorrows and nights
Lost myself in the way, just blur in my mind
The world just failed to show the right way for me to go
And my past can be all summed up as sinning
I'm lost in everyway without you inside
I miss the syncopate of ourselves at night
The world just failed to show the right way for me to go
Now what I see in the mirrors lost meaning
And now it seems that I just can't think about anything
My head is spinnin' and I just got up, but here we go again
Was it a dream? Cuz' our lips just fit like they were the same
Like they were the same
And now my head hurts
And I think I forgot my keys in that street
I lost my mind just for a tiny bliss
And under my shirt I feel your hands all over me
They're like scissors and they cut my soul from misery
I can't remember, how have I got this far?
I have wasted a couple hours chasin' shooting stars
And yeah Peter, I'm sorry 'bout your car
I'll clean it so please don't be mad
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