I’ve got move of here
I don’t hang up anymore
My friends are schizoids
My head’s hurt
Baby let me whisper in your near
All my love and suffer dear
Your lap became the only place that I lay down my fears
Cold and sweet
Don’t worry I’m here
So up on me… up on me!!!
And stop joking me.
Cold and sweet
How many hours still I’ll be here?
Up on me!
Stop joking me.
To broke of my hopes is what you want…
Is what you need…
Is what you’ve got…