Слова:
I Farm

my bed I don't feel like me We got lost, I don't know how I just know I'm fucking up We got lost, I don't know how I just know you're giving up It's

Cram a cork in it now Or sew this death trap shut Before I choke on my two feet I'm too full to eat them It dilutes my critical judgment False accusations

is not true I think I'll take a step outside, Take a look at the meat shell If I listen harder I know I'd see better, Or vice versa What the hell am I

Live again, and start all over It's never the same; the same as you Live again and see no end Leave your other single world Live again, and start all

Last night I did something weird I watched a tape of myself watching Temptation Island II Full of pop-psychology and pop-philosophy And even some pop

So you scrimp and you save all your dollars for quarters March to the arcade, you can't pause, you can't save The levels are harder, it's getting expensive

heart is let down On this timeline or fault line in a timequake you'll drown What you make is not what's made Wills from without will pound Before I set

he called me on the phone He asked me if I knew what his name was I said "Bill" and then asked "Why?" He said because he had forgotten it I said he was

You didn't pay for lunch the next day Because it was your birthday Lots of smiles around the office Because it was your birthday I hope I never see my