[Press forward cos the rewind button's not gonna work] This one's really old, one of those heinous attempts at speed-lyric-writing armed with 874675 Red bull, paper serviettes, rotten mama shop pen & the comfort of Sani's pool table. Yeah, rad how I still remember the weird games we(OSD haahahha) had on those overnight stays.
Baby, we lost it, No wait, you blew it. You can't wait for me, Cos I won't let you. You really just shouldn't bother I'm sorry but you can't be my lover Baby, do me a favour & turn up this stereo So you can hear me say: I don't hate you, just can't love you This heart's vacant but there's no space for you
& I'd ALWAYS lose, except for three or four occasions, cos they think I is emo sheeeet. I mean, come on man, all my COUGHsongs are reality-, personal-based. Gotta gimme some love/credit for that, y'know. But yeah, loser has to sleep with winged pads as sleeping eye mask & do breakfast next morning. NOT COOL. I miss them still, I miss us. *shrug. Maybe someday we'd be free enough to go for that go-cart race in that old field or go water-skiing in Sani's bathtub. I uncovered a heap of old shit we wrote & laugh at every thought of us.
The root of this post? Nicholas' getting married cos he got Lia knocked up. Yeah, imagine being 17 & a few months old, with nothing to your name, nothing in your bank account, but having to feed three mouths. & others are just starting to have fun. Fucking hell man.
I wouldn't let another bitch rule me, I'm never coming home to you. What's that in your arms, a baby? Hell no, it isn't mine, I never did you. Or did I? "Hey did you get the diapers, honey?" Excuse me, Miss, do I know you?
One written by the lead guitarist himself. Dood, it's all coming back to you now. I did say you've to go easy on the booze. I'm gonna try to be supportive, when I can finally let myself. I love you till all your burgundy hair falls off.
