We Have the Facts and We're Voting Yes

i took the 405 and drilled a stake down into your center, and stated that it's never ever been better than this. i hung my favorite shirt on the floorbaord, wrinkled up from pulling pushing tasting. you keep twisting the truth that keeps me thrown as

i'll take the best of your bad moods and dress them up to make a better you, 'cause all the company calls amount to one paycheck. i'd squeeze a heartthrough my fingertip but i type too slow to make expressions stick. and it's like tv with a microchip

synapse to synapse: the possibility's thin. i'm dressed up for free drinks and family greetings on your wedding date. the figures in plastic on the wedding cake that i took were so real. and i kept a distance: the complications cloud the postcards an