This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor, This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital, The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where, The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in...
I remeber how it felt sitting by the water, and everytime I look at you is like the first time. I fell in love with a careless mans careful daughter she was the best thing that's ever been mine...
*mad little sentimental guitar breakdown*
She sounds disapoint for having an auto, doing it backwards... She should have pitty on the barbaric syncro smashers still struggling to simply change into their next lag filled search for redline... She has an auto and it's a natro, best combo out there if you ask me