I came in late today and I was like remembering how you know we were suppose to meet him up at Big Bear for vacation and he didn't show
He seems kind of like a d*** head
No he's not, you'll see why
I give you my flu, my flu, for you
I give you my flu, for you, for you
I want to feel you, breath you, eat you
take everything I do, so you can have it too
I give you my flu, for you, for you
I want to feel you, breath you, eat you
take everything I do, so you can have it too
I tell you everything
everything I tell
so you decide whether it's well
I tell you everything (x3)
I give you my flu, my flu, for you
I give you my flu, for you, for you, for you
everything fades
even the dreams
of your face
pull is replaced
everything fades
even the dreams
of your face
pull is replaced
you ask me to take back these flowers
for you slammed it in your hand
memories stand
strong as towers
book for hours
in this house
you ask me to take back these flowers
while you stuck it in my mouth
memories stand
strong as towers
book for hours
in this house...
I stare at the pages
pure like my babies
I spend my days
wanting always
picking up grains
things that you laid
things that you throw my way...
He seems kind of like a d*** head
No he's not, you'll see why
I give you my flu, my flu, for you
I give you my flu, for you, for you
I want to feel you, breath you, eat you
take everything I do, so you can have it too
I give you my flu, for you, for you
I want to feel you, breath you, eat you
take everything I do, so you can have it too
I tell you everything
everything I tell
so you decide whether it's well
I tell you everything (x3)
I give you my flu, my flu, for you
I give you my flu, for you, for you, for you
everything fades
even the dreams
of your face
pull is replaced
everything fades
even the dreams
of your face
pull is replaced
you ask me to take back these flowers
for you slammed it in your hand
memories stand
strong as towers
book for hours
in this house
you ask me to take back these flowers
while you stuck it in my mouth
memories stand
strong as towers
book for hours
in this house...
I stare at the pages
pure like my babies
I spend my days
wanting always
picking up grains
things that you laid
things that you throw my way...