Visits have been abolished, and this shit's killing my confidence Just use caution and know, that, love ain't nothing but a loss of control

And arduous, you're gonna play in the dark like when it rains in the park. love is hampered by thought, if you can handle the prospect of

LetsSingIt in only English? but i ain’t a genious on it, i can only pretend

Now, I've tested the waters, kid.

I just found the watch And arduous, you're gonna play in the dark like when it rains in the park Is this filling your conscience when distance is an accomplishment?

Of common mistakes and nice intentions you best fix whatever’s wrong and just move on and get on with it 37.14

Is this filling your conscience when distance is an accomplishment?

starts and ends within the same node. it’s love, [kno]

Knowing that I'll never learn to brave the waves if I stand by the docks its only right to mention the fights you get in Then, do you really regret when you've shredded your promises?

it can ride your train of though and demolitions your tracks

so girls create a false world of filling on boys some fear it... spend their entire lives trying to fight it It's a cancer that rots your soul, tosses demons off of the road

is this filling your conscience when distance is an accomplishment? Love'll have you nervous, doing stupid shit on purpose You're hardly conscious of the stains and scars, enabling your partly clouded logic Living in a confusing Hayes, like they're grooving to Isaac

where the word itself is only fashioned in fits of p-ssion start training, this game is hard furthurly trying to gap an unfillable void

Lyricapsule: The Surfaris Drop ‘Wipe Out’; June 22, 1963, Lyricapsule: The Byrds Drop ‘Mr.
you’re hardly conscious of the stains and scars, enabling your partly clouded logic

Love ain't for the faint of heart

it’s sad, but proud or not, most your standards go down a notch Where the word itself is only fashioned in fits of passion

in a nation of addicts pacing and waiting for seconds of satisfaction It's a cancer that rots your soul, tosses demons off of the road Then, do you really regret when you've shredded your promises? but I ain't a genious on it, I can only pretend

just use caution and know, that, love ain’t nothing but a loss of control some fear it… spend their entire lives trying to fight it

Start Training, this game is hard .

it's love (Chorus). off then, we go, [deacon the villian]

To pay to impart bliss with arrangements of chocolates (feat. It's sad, but proud or not, most your standards go down a notch Love ain't for the faint of heart Start Training, this game is hard And arduous, you're gonna play in the dark like when it rains in the park You're hardly conscious of … Cause, It isn't really my time, is it?

You're not logged in. And you're willing to embrace pain facing sustained negative consequence visits have been abolished, and this sh-t’s killing my confidence You're hardly conscious of the stains and scars, enabling your partly clouded logic. and that word’ll fit like a glove if you don’t get right Furtherly trying to gap an unfillable void now, you’re working yourself out the same as when you strain with a nautilus exploited, guys playing with her heart like her feelings are toys love ain’t the basis for action Visits have been abolished, and this shit's killing my confidence So Whats Love really Got To Do With It?

cause over all it's an emotion I can not comprehend. because of parents never transfering that unbillical joy Is this filling your conscience when distance is an accomplishment? The truth isn't as eloquent so be intelligent


Love is hampered by thought, if you can handle the prospect of And To intellects, it's a fuckin' smack in the crotch

Cause, It isn't really my time, is it? But hearing the bell toll for me twice a day, has me fearing my grandfather clock but I still spend alot of my life loving sin Now, you're working yourself out the same as when you strain with a nautilus

You best fix whatever's wrong and just move on and get on with it seeking those who provide it, on phones talking to psychics studderin', utterin' non-sensical shit in your verses

Now, I've tested the waters, kid. living in a confusing Hayes, like they're grooving to Isaac My hands tied in knots

Because of parents never transferring that unbillical joy

And you're willing to embrace pain facing sustained negative consequence