I'm running out of room For your tattoos How can I get over you, over you When you're all over me? So don't tell me it's cool That I'm tattooed How can I get over you, over you? When you're all over me, yeah yeah One touch always makes me

Supper's almost done Go ahead and call your friends 'Cause we got room for everyone Let's make some memories, 'round this 9 foot pine At the family table It's just an old piece of wood On top of four legs It's got a few coffee stains, and a thousand

You're in a laundry room The clues that came to you, oh He'll keep you in a jar He'll give you breathing holes You will make him happy And you'll think you're happy He'll cover you with grass Then you'll think you're happy Then you'll think you're happy

Nothing can shake me from your love, it's true No one can make me feel the things you do Oh no, oh no In this room With the light of the sun in my eyes Can't recall Where I am or what I did last night Though I try and I try

Remind me, remind me Yeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to

Hey, it's true Machinery in my pocket, I've even got a docket from you I'm a helpless automaton, make an ultimatum to you I stay in my room, All alone in the gloom, What need I of light? Machines they can see in the night, And I feel no pain

I'm just sayin', you could do better I'm just sayin' you could do better And I'll start hatin', only if you make me Fuck that nigga that you love so bad I know you still think about the times we had I say fuck that nigga that you think you found (Are you

You were just one of my phases, ah yeah We got too drunk, we got too high On the night we graduated We got locked up in my bedroom And I swear I didn't fake it Fell in love when we were faded Don't make this complicated I'm sorry if I hurt you

This is not for you Restless soul, enjoy your youth Like Muhammad hits the truth Can't escape from the common rule If you hate something, don't you do it, too Small my table, sits just two Got so crowded, I can't make room Oh, where did they come from?

Cunts watch their bodies, no room for make up I think he's tasted, tasted the watcher Aha shake taper jean girl with a motel face Aha shake bury your eyes in a secret place Aha shake black as night on a Sunday Heartbreak knockin' 'em down like the