Wanted to be free, nothing but a dress
Yellow cellophane on her bathroom window, yellow
Time, her mind will never keep
Station wagons, cheap, spider from a spark
Wanna hold her hand, waiting for the perfect moment
Wasted kids so dead inside
Time, her mind will never keep
Station wagons, cheap, spider from a spark
Wanna hold her hand, waiting for the perfect moment
A call from her silver child and lips ever fades
Asinine to paint your own rhymes
Don't rush, don't worry, you're not in a hurry
Take your own grime in your own eye
I'm sure that you'll find that the last laugh will be mine
Wasted kids so dead inside
Wasted kids so dead inside
Asinine to paint your own rhymes
Don't rush, don't worry, you're not in a hurry
Take your own grime in your own eye
I'm sure that you'll find that the last laugh will be mine
Asinine to paint your own rhymes
Don't rush, don't worry, you're not in a hurry
Take your own grime in your own eye
I'm sure that you'll find that the last laugh will be mine
WRITERS
Jeremy Baldi, Joel Flyger, John Took, Liam Hoskins, Matthew Mason, Thomas Crandles, Thomas O'Dell