gatsby s american dream
the giantaeur tm s drink
I will be the fire on your lips And i'm overlooking under fame you keep me the face But where he's looking at with his bath water And i will be the fury in your fist Throwing out the things the things i thought i wanted to be Wasted so much time On things i thought i wanted to be I just see a little baby boy Who won't admit that he fucks up, oh he's looking for a fire and the fury it takes to be a man But i just see a little baby boy Throwing out the things the things i thought i wanted to be Wasted so much time On things i thought i wanted to be Got a brand new face So brittle that its falling apart It's a brand new day this time why don't take it from scratch Your arms believe They are for reaching Reach for me Your tongue believes It is for tasting Taste of me I've got a secret And you've got a problem! I'll disappear! ohh I'll disappear! Throwing out the things The things i thought i wanted to be Wasted so much time On things i thought i wanted to be Got a brand new face So brittle and it's fallin apart It's a brand new day This time why don't we take it from scratch