She′s partial that's the point in houndstooth
Always yells my name out calls me loudly
Even well prepared you had a diligent
Next time that i collapse into your arms
I'd rather die in public service
And going out is such a waste of time
Let me out show me the door
I′m sleeping on your floor
With my head on your chest
They say it takes more than i got
Just as i was nineteen years old
You can lick my earlobes if you want to
A combination no distraction
Christ, she cried out, everybody's dead here
Your touchy little fingers
Through my hair you write your name
And going out is such a waste of time
With my head on your chest
They say it takes more than i got
Anymore would cause you pain
Anymore would cause you pain
Anymore would cause you pain
Anymore could cause you pain
Anymore can cause you pain