The Pink Spiders
The Pink Spiders
The Pink Spiders
The Pink Spiders
The Pink Spiders
The Pink Spiders
The Pink Spiders
The Pink Spiders
The Pink Spiders
The Pink Spiders
The Pink Spiders
I remember like a hundred million reasons why ya
Thought it better to be dead than to be cool
Now we’re neither, ever older like the changing colors
Thanks a million little chameleon
This’ll send me on a bender
Say whatever you should say to people turning every single screw
I should probably throw my phone into the ocean ‘fore I
Say another word to you
‘Cause baby I’m easier than ever
I had a hairpin trigger now I’m real laid back
So if we can’t get back together
That’s not a problem
Every now and then I get a little sentimental I’m in the liquor store and thinkin’ about you
I’m so pitiful and cynical and temperamental
There’s no keepin’ up with you