made a tourniquet from the tassel of a graduate left high and dry at the altar as those wedding bells sing "ding da dong" and we sing another sad song. we tried a more vivacious melody but it came out wrong.
how could you come here and say that? how could you come here at all?
oh, i'm not a fool but my pigeon toes are blistered from pacing every night in the gravel outside your house give it a try give me some kind of sign give it up you pathetic split pea soup drinker give up the ghost as a tip to the hostess
made myself a part of it a part of it
how could you come here and say that? how could you come here at all?