I hit you on the spot
It was getting hot
You were just about to let go
We were in my car
We almsot ran to far
But we stopped fast when you said no
Your momma taught you it aint ri...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Pretty Boy Floyd
What do you do when your angels
Have all flown away?
There's an ache through my body
That just won't go away
Here's a picture that we took last fall
See there you haven't aged at ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Pretty Girls Make Graves
There's a kid with a golden arm
He admits to the forest fire
That he started up from a lack of something better going on
This kid with the golden arm
He admits to the forest fire
...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Pretty Girls Make Graves
Crowds of people, bodies brushing
Mouths are moving, all white noise
Glasses clinking, people screaming
High hum, low buzz, no room to breathe
They story's slow with no concl...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Pretty Girls Make Graves
Radar, radar, radar
Searching for innocence
Satisfied, satellite
Where do I fit in?
All mixed up with you
In the right kind of wrong
Radar, radar, radar
Calling out for th...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Pretty Girls Make Graves
Hello, I'm neurotic
Creating problems that don't exist
Don't believe me when I say it's alright
Let's go to my apartment
We'll pull the sheets up over our heads
Forget all reasons...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Pretty Girls Make Graves
All along
You wanted to see me fail
I'd never suspect you
In the middle of the circle
Hiding your cover
Does this city have enough
Air for both of us to breathe?
If it was up to yo...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Pretty Girls Make Graves
We were two girls who had it all
Made a team together
Left a trail of heartbreak in every town
We had it all planned out
Every face another name on the list
They'd know about us f...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Pretty Girls Make Graves
What's to tell you
When normal comes naturally?
Fleshy webbing
Rots separate, yet so alive
They found holes inside
We've got holes inside
Sights so awful
They stole the colour from...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Pretty Girls Make Graves
Headaches, handshakes, little blue pills to take
I got my stereo on ten, I'm screaming Connely's pain
And I want to make it louder, louder, louder, louder
To drown out the sound...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Pretty Girls Make Graves