Texty:
Seven Mary Three Orange Ave

No communication with you Words don't believe the things they mean Mean what you say, say who you are No communication with you This silence is thick

Every thing's a blessing in disguise You wear yours, I'll wear mine Every thing's a blessing in disguise Falling to rise, the vanishing me is aching to

"Joliet," she says, "Is the darkest part of a man" It's angry and slick into her letters writes Through herself each time, she thinks of him Trips her

Hey man, you're so complicated and mean Maybe your system needs adjustment She is a famous people collector I'm juggling J O B, The Judger Maybe the

Been draggin' this mask All over town With my face still in it No one saw that I did it Things they've done to me You would never believe Believe me

Orange Avenue They?re alright All the ugly ones who tried to run you through They?re alright If you can stand yourself and sleep tonight Let them peel you like an orange