Nirup has wrapping paper of a moon in his backseat with a story too sappy to tell. Jeremy's eating six meals a day to get to the golden weight 175 pounds
And I've been walking bare foot at 8 o'clock pm My neighbors have crosses in their yard with lights around the rims Passing warning signs and noticing through blurry eyes Misguided impressions of my motives in Neon Red & Green
The plastic trashcans on the Carter Bloodcare bus look better from the inside Where I'm throwing up trying to donate blood and, Taylor says he's gotten to used to it but no ones gotten used to selflessness
So let's not pretend that our lives are going as planned, (The days are getting shorter and we're only getting older and it's not like we're prepared for anything) our lives aren't going as planned
Let's not pretend that our lives are going as planned, (Stuck in the Robert's Building in 1433) our lives aren't going as planned Who needs to go home for Christmas anyway?
And he said, from underneath a plaid blanket the World looks better from the outside
Let's not pretend that our lives are going as planned, (The days are getting shorter and we're only getting older and it's not like we're prepared for anything) our lives aren't going as planned
Let's not pretend that our lives are going as planned, (Stuck in the Robert's Building in 1433) our lives aren't going as planned Who needs to go home for Christmas anyway?