
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Record label: Perpetual Motion Machine
Song language: English
Houston, We Have a Drinking Problem |
There was laughter one fall ago, now its distilled |
The remenats are tinted brown sinking to the cup tipped upfor a toast |
Your window is a television lit up with a line of pretty people |
Waiting for their fifteen minutes |
The actors are fake friends but at least I know they don’t secretly hate me |
Can you hear me? |
Can you hear me clipping on your radio? |
There’s a song playing on my stereo |
I sing along wishing I could become a vessel |
So my soul can soar, can travel back in time |
I sing along to my stereo |
It always sounds better in my head |
I wanted to write a fuck you song, now i know that the you could be me |
There’s a vague resemblance in the looking glass to a person that I once knew |
Maybe hed tell me, «its a sad stale coffee cup slogan, youre not going to make |
it.» |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Destination: Pizza | 2004 |
1989: The Best Four Years Of My Life | 2004 |
Five Sexy Alligators, Please | 2004 |
Nominative Was the Case They Gave Me | 2004 |