Texty:
The Summer Obsession Other

My skin is burning like a red hot I hear you til my ears pop And I can feel erosion in my bones Pull over let me off at the next stop I remember how

The moment I wake is every moment that I can't take I'm sick of my fate, I'm sick of my concentrate I fucked up one time, and nothing lasts forever

We want money but it's so expensive We want drugs but they cost a lot We want a house with an island kitchen Six rooms for a car garage We're gonna

came back it was more of a relapse Anticipation is on the other line And obsession called while you were out Yeah, it called while you were out Put another X on the calendar Summer

aspirations Wanted to be a chemical engineer making 50 to 55 thousand a year Her first year of college was a success but along came Billy possessed and obsessed

You're the prince to my ballerina You feed other peoples parking meters You encourage the eating of ice cream And you would somersault in sand with me

English Lit & Diction History quizzes on Christians to Mr. Richard Nixon Transfixed in her smile like the other fifty guys She hypnotized, Guess I'm another stickler for pretty eyes I minimized my obsession

every vessel every bullet large With every flower that I ever took apart She said That she would give me greatness Status Placement above all of the others

You're the prince to my ballerina You feed other people's parking meters You encourage the eating of ice cream You would somersault in sand with me You