manic hispanic in the cd player
let's drive, let's drive, let's GO
i am so sick of this place
i don't like violins because they bring you back
cellos are okay...
darkness fails
i can't stand your happy-go-fuck-me attitude
just grab the sun by it's artificial candy rays
it doesn't matter anyway...
come give me a headache on the telephone
i don't want to be so easy to talk to
but i want to be...i want to be...
i want to be somebody you can't forget about
here i go, drifting off again
when i get to linwood i'll be on my friend's floor, wishing that i wasn't thinking about you so late at night.
