2 acessos
I can't recall a time when
I haven't heard your voice.
You've hoisted yourself to center stage
Without giving us a choice.
But nobodies paying attention because
We're all busy thinking about how we wish
One of these days you'd just
Shut your fucking mouth.
Look at my face, stare into my eyes
And take a fucking hint.
Why don't you take that skateboard
You're afraid to scratch up along with your
Rem cd's and fuck off because your presence
Feels like a fucking disease.