: its time tonight to go down to the greatest restaurant in the world where forks are useless gimmie, gimmie, meaty goodness on a plate and keep it hot
: Am I a creep Or am I just falling in love With you again Cause your eyes tell me That it's so far from over And I just can't sleep Thinking of everything
: Sometimes I gotta think that things will get better When everything is falling down around me and My life's a big ol pile of shit I can't do anything
: Na na na... Sometimes things seem totally wiped out I bite my lip and clench my fist so tight That I can't even feel it My pulse is ready to explode
: It was a dark and dreary night That a spaceship landed right in my backyard It shook my room and woke me up From a deep sleep From a cool dream Something
: Woke up, flat faced on a kitchen floor With an empty bottle of J+B plastered in my hand My headache was intense, there was a sudden chill in the air
: I'm a fuck-up, they're telling, because my life is amounting to nothing. Who are you to tell me how to live anyway? ...even though its true, yes,
: I gotta tell you about my new love should I mention that my girlfriend is in love with her too she'll stay up all night, and party all night and when
: Maybe it's the way that you look at me Makes me feel the way that i do Maybe it's your laugh or the way that you talk Or as simple as the way that
: my life is made up of many exciting things it takes time to realize that sometimes but after all I go through, commit to there is nothing else that
: It's a Tuesday night I'm sitting in my room all alone Till I pick up the phone And call up my friends I call Jay He calls Mike We all know what we
: The sunbeam shines through my window Reflects a picture of me and you So happily that no one could ever know Paper dolls and magazines Baby pictures
: hold the phones, who was that girl I've never seen her around here before before today she's melting my heart, my face is turning red I gotta think
: This song has absolutely no point about it I'm not even gonna probably make sense When I write it Some lines won't rhyme It won't tell a story I gotta
: crying out for someone who's not there help me I'm tired of pulling out my hair and I'm wasted but I haven't got a beer but if I'm such a nice guy
: This is my simple song about my simple life I wake up, I sigh, it's time another day another dime. I'll guess I'll try to find a way to pass the time
: Who is that chick in the burgundy tight shirt? I never seen her before. So I'll walk on up and I'll talk to her. "I got a boyfriend." she says,
: Sorry for caring too much Sorry for breaking your trust Sorry for cheering you up Sorry for being alive Sorry for taking you out Sorry for bringing
