|10-25-2008, 01:47 AM||#1 (permalink)|
Join Date: Apr 2008
**** the Lemons
Itís what Iíve come to expect from you,
Another ****ing photo shoot,
Stuck inside this hotel room,
Your mirror is your best excuse.
Roll the carpet,
Strike a pose,
Dressed up in your boyfriendís clothes,
At least Iíve found another you,
I think she knows her way around here too.
Let me hold your purse for you one last time,
Donít cry, smudged make-up equals suicide,
The bull**** doesnít work you never tried,
Wrong place, wrong time, lets start a riot.
I still love you for who you are,
Along with all the clothes and all the cars,
You keep showing up,
Why donít you get a room?
As long as itís not next to mine.