Disco Dragon
04-10-2005, 05:11 PM
I woke up on the couch with a random assortment
Of plastic superheroes and a condom that’s pointless
No one ever told me a normal life is boring so my eyes are evading the truth
With a little less time to consummate pleasure
I’m looking to the clock to relieve this pressure
No one ever told me a normal life is boring so I keep my eyes focused on you
Nose marks on the window
Blurring up the life I got into
Stay and watch me limbo
For the one who keeps me single
Eating breakfast at the table we got high on last night
And though the eggs didn’t scramble our brains got fried
So much for the boring and the normalness you warned me to never get into
Paper lunch sacks and baseball caps
Cockblocked my last attempt to get in the sack
My attacks fell flat, and I’m on my back
A quick pick-me-up off of the ground
Sends me out into the world and out of this town
My hands feel greasy on the knob of the door
The sweat from my brow accumulates on the floor
Thank you for the warning of the normal life you told me I wouldn’t ever fit into
Postcards from Mexico
Say hello to both of the kids
I’d love to chat but I really have to go
I hope life’s not too boring to miss
Of plastic superheroes and a condom that’s pointless
No one ever told me a normal life is boring so my eyes are evading the truth
With a little less time to consummate pleasure
I’m looking to the clock to relieve this pressure
No one ever told me a normal life is boring so I keep my eyes focused on you
Nose marks on the window
Blurring up the life I got into
Stay and watch me limbo
For the one who keeps me single
Eating breakfast at the table we got high on last night
And though the eggs didn’t scramble our brains got fried
So much for the boring and the normalness you warned me to never get into
Paper lunch sacks and baseball caps
Cockblocked my last attempt to get in the sack
My attacks fell flat, and I’m on my back
A quick pick-me-up off of the ground
Sends me out into the world and out of this town
My hands feel greasy on the knob of the door
The sweat from my brow accumulates on the floor
Thank you for the warning of the normal life you told me I wouldn’t ever fit into
Postcards from Mexico
Say hello to both of the kids
I’d love to chat but I really have to go
I hope life’s not too boring to miss