Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Art Of Blowing Glass vs. The Act Of Breaking It, artist - GDP.
Date of issue: 15.07.2013
Song language: English
The Art Of Blowing Glass vs. The Act Of Breaking It |
A pimp like Dumbledore, a whore like Mother Mary |
Tele-vanglists keep closets full of fairies |
Pet truck stop lot lizards and aged cherry |
I saw her crying at the drive-in, thought her bruises was cute |
The sick heart is a carnival and we’re just passing through |
Something told me to run, never could trust the truth |
Happiness is warm cum, bang bang, shoot shoot |
There are worst things than being alone |
Or so it goes, take her number out my phone |
And play a song that I know on the stereo |
She will come around like a merry-go |
And there we go, menthol lights and diet cherry coke |
Her breath smells of formaldehyde and a thousand guys |
When we would drive the mountain side and try her mother’s wine |
But I can never find the time cause she’s dead behind the eyes |
Besides; |
the only chemistry is pride |
She’s to naive; |
which is why she always dry heave |
And wear the wild fits to make the guys scream for ice cream |
I need to get my eyes off of her high-beams |
But when I try and leave she always finds me, the size queen |
Her skin is paper and her spine is just a string |
She’s had a couple partner’s but it’s tighter than you think |
There are worst thing’s than being alone, I know I know but |
I was at a low when I had her at hello |
And if I told her once I must’ve told her thirty times before |
Just a man taking what he needs from the store |
But she wanted more, and can i bum another smoke? |
Sleeping through september waking up beside a ghost |
There are worst things than being alone, I sold my soul |
For a firm set of titties and a shallow barren hole |
She said she wishes it was only just the two of us |
I love you like my first time shootin' up |
She said her past has got nothing to do with us |
Do a bump or two of adderall and get all loosened up |
I searched the cabbage patch nebula and it gave me a garbage pail kid |
She made all my abortions as true as they is |
And every sunset and apocalypse a lost heart |
I loved you so crazy I lost my art; |
Joan of Arc |
Baby, I was lost to start |