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Written by Diana, on 16-01-2007 20:38
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Losing A Whole Year

Losing a whole year
Losing a whole year
I remember you and me used to spend
The whole goddamned day in bed
Losing a whole year
Hiding in your room we'd lay like dogs
And the phone would ring like a joke that's left unsaid
Losing a whole year
Rich daddy left you with a parachute
Your voice sounds like money and your face is cute
But your daddy left you with no love
You touch everything with a velvet glove and
Now you wanna try your life with sin
You wanna be down with the down and in
Always copping my truths
I kinda get the feeling like I'm being used
And now I realize that you never heard
One goddamned word I ever said
Losing a whole year
Losing a whole year
I took your stuff and put it in the basement
When I found out what the smile on you face meant
I seen you pop that check
Craning your neck at the car wreck
And it always seems that the juice used to flow
In the car, in the kitchen you were good to go
Now we're stuck with the tube
A sink full of dishes and some aqua lube
And I remember you and me used to spend
The whole goddamned day in bed
Hey boy
Losing a whole year
If it's not the defense then your on the attack
When you start talking I hear the Prozac
Convinced you found your place
With the pierced queer teens in cyberspace
When you were yourself there was tasting sweet
Sours into a routine deceit
Well this drama is a bore
And I don't wanna play no more
Losing a whole year
I remember you and me used to spend
The whole goddamned day in bed
Hey boy
Hey boy

Last update: 16-01-2007 20:38

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