Sunday, 5 July 2009

ive got it all most 
ive got it all almost all figured out 
but always when i get there 
always when i get there all the pieces they just fall apart 

i cant hear you 
i cant hear you talk about your dreams involving me 
i dont believe 
i dont believe that they are any sort of prophecy at all 

what a shock its mr. sweet and awful 
don't look so pissed off we all lose the plot occasionally 

how consistant 
how can someone so consistantly mess up as much as 
every instance 
how can someone inconsistant mess up so consistantly 


what a shock its mr. sweet and awful 
tell your gods i want to speak to their fathers 
look right now i'm standing on my haunches
i got caught stealing from the lost and found 

hey there mr sweet and awful
hey there mr sweet and awful
are you going somewhere 
or are you just walking through my walls

hey there mr sweet and awful
hey there mr sweet and awful
this is not a party this is a crowd

hey there mr sweet and awful
youve got it easy i've got my needs
you say what you got 
wanting what you please

hey there mr sweet and awful
hey there mr sweet and awful
carry yourself away with a delicious disease

ive got it all most 
ive got it all almost all figured out

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