Hand me a trick and a kick and your message.
You never gain weight from a doughnut hole.
Then, thought that I could decipher your message.
There’s no one here,
No one at all.
And if I’m wasting all your time,
This time.
Maybe you never learned to take.
And if I’m hanging on to your shade.
I guess I’m way beyond the pale.
And southern men can grow cold
Can grow pretty.
Blood can be pretty
Like a delicate man.
Copper to steel to a hinge that is faltered
That lets you in lets you in lets you in.
Something’s just keeping you numb.
And if I’m wasting all your time,
This time.
Maybe you never learned to take.
And if I’m hanging on to your shade.
I guess I’m way beyond the pale.
You told me last night.
You were a sun now with your own
Devoted satellite.
Happy for you
And I am sure that I hate you.
Two sons too many
Too many able fires.
And if I’m wasting all your time,
This time.
Maybe you never learned to take.
And if I’m hanging on to your shade.
I guess I’m way beyond the pale.
Guess I’m way beyond the pale.
Hand me a trick and a kick and your message.
You never gain weight from a doughnut hole.