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Matches, The lyrics - Scratched Out
| Title: |
Scratched Out |
| Artist: |
Matches, The |
| Album: |
E. Von Dahl Killed The Locals |
| Year: |
2004 |
| Submitted by: |
BuRf |
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Wake up and waste a day
Chase Away
A day at a time
And waste away
Clean faced today
Clean taste of yay
Toothpaste makes my orange juice sour
Waste an hour
Or so
My shower
Is slow
The flowers
That grow
Outside of my window
Are blooming
I'm assuming
That you're coming over soon
It's almost half-past four
And you called here at noon
'Cause there's a picture that you wanna see
I'm not even good at being me anymore
She got nicotine basted lungs
Wasted thumbs
One of them asphalt tastin' tongues
She wakes up to alarm
Her makeup is still on
And she can't remember why she set the damn thing
Her heart is a machine
Art is meant to be seen
Not felt
Not heard
It's just paint
They're just words
Fingers are for feeling
Fists are for beating
Scabs are for healing
And Blood is for bleeding
That's just how I used to be
But I'm not even good at being me anymore
Whoa Whoa Whoa Hey-ya Sha-nanana
Whoa Whoa Whoa Hey-ya Sha-nanana
Whoa Whoa Whoa Hey-ya Sha-nanana
I wake up and waste and hour
Pace and glower
At the TV set wasting power
Aching in my head
I'm banking in the red
And compulsively charging CD's to my account
So come out
Jenny
It's getting late
You Jersey girls like to make boys wait
Now it's too late in the day
For a matinee
And I ain't got the money to pay
For you anyways
Or should I say
I know it ain't how I used to be
But I'm not good at being me anymore
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