Letras:
Posies The Success

It's too nice to breathe And I was feeling dirty 'Til now Now witness me silent Now I've got over thirty Good reasons to live It's too nice to breathe

Farewell, typewriter Now you've gone away Overdramatic and underfed To visions unheard of in any bed I checked my mailbox, but you weren't inside Would

He closed his eyes And was alone He held his hand and felt it grow He had become A gyroscope All wound inside and no control And all the tiny tendrils

I'm just not sure Of where to stand But I don't need to have a sense of judgement I don't need everything If you don't know You never might And you

So you think you're pretty cool The exception to the rule As the keeper of the fuel You should've known It wouldn't last you And you're hardly getting

There's no kiss, no kiss I'd trade for you There's no kiss, no disciple I wouldn't betray for you You're the beautiful one Of course you knew And the