When your head is on backwards, where do you see?
If your lungs begin to wilt like mine, how will you breath?
You can't drop your past without digging a hole.
The sky opens up, and my pulse drops.
Always plummet when I see your rain.
No one has your back in a bar full of strangers.
No one takes your blood pressure at a college play.
No one takes your hand when you need it most.
If Lola could see this now, we'd have to stitch her back up.
Dragging your thimble across the blackboard, don't drink from that cup.
When your legs turn to arms will you lift the ground?
Dig her up and polish her clean.
Sharpshooter behind door number one. Monty Monty Monty
You're not supposed to laugh at this part, it's where
The general and jester are bridged. Sunny unity of character.
Just blowing in the breeze.
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When your head is on backwards, where do you see?
If your lungs begin to wilt like mine, how will you breath?
You can't drop your past without digging a hole.
The sky opens up, and my pulse drops.
Always plummet when I see your rain.
No one has your back in a bar full of strangers.
No one takes your blood pressure at a college play.
No one takes your hand when you need it most.
If Lola could see this now, we'd have to stitch her back up.
Dragging your thimble across the blackboard, don't drink from that cup.
When your legs turn to arms will you lift the ground?
Dig her up and polish her clean.
Sharpshooter behind door number one. Monty Monty Monty
You're not supposed to laugh at this part, it's where
The general and jester are bridged. Sunny unity of character.
Just blowing in the breeze.
If your lungs begin to wilt like mine, how will you breath?
You can't drop your past without digging a hole.
The sky opens up, and my pulse drops.
Always plummet when I see your rain.
No one has your back in a bar full of strangers.
No one takes your blood pressure at a college play.
No one takes your hand when you need it most.
If Lola could see this now, we'd have to stitch her back up.
Dragging your thimble across the blackboard, don't drink from that cup.
When your legs turn to arms will you lift the ground?
Dig her up and polish her clean.
Sharpshooter behind door number one. Monty Monty Monty
You're not supposed to laugh at this part, it's where
The general and jester are bridged. Sunny unity of character.
Just blowing in the breeze.