Obstacle 1
I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lipsWe can cap the old times make playing only logical harmWe can cap the old lines make playing that nothing else will change
But she can read, she can readShe can read, she can read, she's badShe can read, she can readShe can read, she's bad, oh she's bad
But it's different now that I'm poor and agingI'll never see this face againYou'll go stabbing yourself in the neck
And we can find new ways of livingMake playing only logical harmAnd we can top the old times clayMaking that nothing else will change
But she can read, she can readShe can read, she can read, she's badShe can read, she can readShe can read, she's bad, oh she's bad
It's different now that I'm poor and agingI'll never seen this place againYou'll go stabbing yourself in the neck
But it's different now that I'm poor and agingI'll never see this place againAnd you'll go stabbing yourself in the neck
It's in the way that she posesIt's in the things that she puts in my hairHer stories are boring and stuffShe's always calling my bluff
She puts the, she puts the weights into my little heartAnd she gets in my room and she takes it apartShe puts the weights into my little heartI said, "She puts the weights into my little heart"
She packs away, she packs awayShe packs away, she packs awayShe packs away, she packs awayShe packs away
It's in the way that she walksHer heaven is never enoughShe puts the weights in my heartShe puts the, she puts the weights into my little heart