Wipe Off The Blood,
And Count Up Your Bruises.
You Reek Of Half-Smoked Ciggarettes
And Half-Planned Excuses.
And Count Up Your Bruises.
You Reek Of Half-Smoked Ciggarettes
And Half-Planned Excuses.
I Have The Mic
You Have The Mosh Pit
You Have The Mosh Pit
Dear Bobbie,
Do you remember when you were young and very pretty?
I do.
I remember pleated skirts, black and white sattle shoes.
do you remember dancing half the night?
I Do.
I still think of you when we dance, although we cant jitterbug as we did then.
Do you remember the times we would give up on each other then get back together?
Then we finally was married in 1949.
We drove the yellow convertible on our honeymoon.
Do you remember?
I Do.
You have gray hair now but you're a beautiful women and the years have been good to both of us.
We walk slow now, but we still have eachother.
The glue of love is still bonding us together.
Love is what I remember.
Do you remember?
I'll be fine
Cause when I die, then I die loving you
It's alright, I'll be fine
Cause when I die then I die loving you
Loving you, loving you
I Hope To God,
That You Thought This Through
Before You Do
What I Think Your Gonna
Cause I'll Tell You One Thing,
I Swear Its True
If You Jump Now
Then Im Jumping After You
That You Thought This Through
Before You Do
What I Think Your Gonna
Cause I'll Tell You One Thing,
I Swear Its True
If You Jump Now
Then Im Jumping After You