well everytime they took me to the rise of your bed you know what kind of doing at the top of your head but all the little words that came down like a spider trickle through the morpheme try to make them cry i'm in respect to suggest that we're through you don't know i could live without you if you do but tell me that the temperature's rising in your head tell me that love is not to be this way one of these little boys coming through the cracks trying to pick up these worms on the side seeing the broken fences lying down in the yard green like your mom instead that never was retired i know, i know, i know soon all the things i thought about that i want you to do when the crying seperated in comes the sun heard it through a song that a girl once sung she's the reason why i'm trying to make it alright trying to drive through girl, wish it tonight rolling on the side with the moon in my hand trying to be a stereotype with a friend but my love is gone and my god is low that's why i'm doing all the things that you don't know don't you expect to make a phone call tonight treat me like a motherfucker who was right ooh, i know we're gonna need a lucky one every time a creature comes into my path i know you should snigger about things that we laughed i've got a cause that never met a man took a talk to him tried to make a make friend but you can see that i'm just coming out through the glass everyone speaks about something the past took i came beside with it, i could believe take me to your bed and show me some trees but i can bet a fuck will do the whole try to tell you that there's nowhere to roam you're like a brother who thinks i won't care i'm ready to tell you that you don't know what this is i know we're gonna need a lucky one