Orchid piosenki

I miss your arms around me, if i only knew this would be our last kiss. my best was never good enough. but you were my favorite mistake. and i wonder, do you still think of me? 

With eyes closed, you close your fist. they tell you what to see. long arm fell short, you're property until you earn enough to own. work hard ethic is a lie. 

Purse your lips and pump your hips and purse your lips and pump your hips I can't begin to understand... God damn. God damn. God damn. I start sweating about the time your hand hits my back I can't begin to understand God damn. God damn. God damn. We we...

I can't go home tail between my legs face to the wind face to the wind sick of disspointing sick of dissapointments nothings good enough when nothings good I can only say I'm sorry it all seems so hopeless no help for the help less tired forever ti...

All of this means nothing D.C. made me and the rest of this mess You don't even try to fake it All of this means nothing D.C. made me and the rest of this mess You don't even try to fake it Don't even try I'm here becuase I was ready to leave This should mean...

You own You own everything That's why there is nothing new This is the face of the change All in all This is the face of the change Why not face it? I've seen the old guard running around All of these kids are cops in my town I've seen the ol...

You all talk the same Calling out You turned to facts Calling out "The old guard is dead!" "The old guard is dead!" "The old guard is dead, I've seen it with my eyes!" Regroup and strategize 

I sweat everytime you smoke and I've never seen anything like this. When you wear that it drives me crazy. I've never seen anything like this. Somtimes I forget. Somtimes I forget myself. 

we smiled and said "I'll see you this summer." -but we know that it was over. That's just what you say to someone who's dying. that's just what you say. This is to us. our hands fit, at least for a while. I miss the face, I miss the taste I'm sorry ab...

Kiss my hand I'm gone, you're my angel forgot my name isn't it funny how things happen? since when was I the lucky one? judged by letters judged by your eyes stolen breath stolen glances sick with this I'll savor the pain it replaces itself 

The news paper reads: "Tu est adorable" And I whole heartedly oncur. 

Maybe we should blow this town up. You, me, and some dynamite. We'll hold hands and watch it burn. Breaking windows and chalking words...my heart is beating so fast. I can hardly breathe. Maybe we should blow this whole town up. We'll hold hands and wat...

It's too hot here- not my kind of town. but i can smeel you, even though you are miles away. I put my hand on my stomache, and pretend it's yours. leave on the lights- hand on my back, mouth on my mouth-i need to feel you near me. it's too hot here 

Forever is so easy to say but i can't stand to wait be slapped in the face. i'll keep this to my self you can't know. smile for me. pretend it's alright. knocked down...what's the use? i can't make you happy. i can't even make you feel anymore. how...

Your chaos ain't me It's a hat that you put on and I wore it for too long And I hate to break your little heart, but chaos definitely ain't you No matter what the shirt says Buy a book Read up I'm on every page 

Your charitable objectivity doesn't exist. Aesthetic historical is not dialectical because the reference is gone. Where did it go? A past so far gone. My body of work is exploitation and I must say it's astounding. 

Mouth wide shut try not to breath pakaged idocy what they want you to be "I'll eat that shit up with a spoon" make it easy. managable. unseen overseer. makes it easier to swallow spoonful of sugar bowlfull of shit they want you weak and stupid congradu...

This is our party- we pick the records- we set the dresscode. and make love on the dance floor. like it or not we're the only game in town! 

Your wife hates you. We're doing donuts on your lawn. It's hard to look good all the time, isn't it? Drag the bones out. "This wine tastes so sweet". Well, it tastes like turpentine to me. Drag the bones out one by one. It's do or die. 

Discourse of desire Artifice fueled by oils and balms. Rosy cheeks are for pinching and my body's mine to touch. That's what I get Love myself That's what I get Fuck myself. That's what I get That's what I get. Love myself, Fuck myself.