(Bye, bye-bye, bye-bye) At my morning glory Up under all of this But you came to spend the night So you know That there was way more to me And if you don't want me at my goodnight Gon' be goodbye I wanna take my wig off

It's my soul up there I have stood here before inside the pouring rain With the world turning circles running 'round my brain I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign But it's my destiny to be the king of pain There's a little black spot on the sun

Oops, baby, I love you Oops, my baby, you woke up in my bed Oops, we broke up, we're better off as friends Now I accidentally need you, I don't know what to do And when I think about the way you touch my body You've got me singing This could be my

I'm high now, I'm high now (I don't think I can find a way to make it on this earth) Why God, why God do I gotta suffer? Within fourteen tracks, carried out over wax What's up family, yeah it's yo cousin Carl man, just given' you a call man I know you

Stop all this talk, turn off the telephone Open up another bottle, send those people home Let it get real quiet, turn that lamp way down low I'm gonna float down this river of tears I remember how we spoke on the days he was dry Even now that he's gone

I'm supposed to stop, but I can't I sip way too much drank I don't think I can think I won't try to tell lies This blunt got me too high 'Cause you and I are just friends So I won't try to pretend 'Cause you and I just friends I won't try to pretend

And nowhere to hide I'm running from the enemy inside I'll fight for my life I think I've lost my way Because I got nowhere to run And try to survive Can't fake it anymore I swear I'll give up my fears This is the end of me

It's times like this, but time's run out But for now I don't see what's so wrong with pretending It's true I thought you knew. This place reminds me of, A time that's way too old. These thoughts have gathered up the memories unfold. Believe her, it's all

And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today

Listen, Little Lady this is just the worst way to spend your birthday. It's 30 degrees Thursday, you work late. You was with a perv making dirty, fake love in his Mercedes. Maybe the word, rape, sums up events that take place every night. You wanna get