I'm in my room, clothes on the floor I really wish that you would open my door My bed is cold, my sheets are new Maybe it would be warmer if it had you I wanna cry rivers and I wanna scream storms But the weather's too nice and my body's too torn I wanna throw planets and wanna drink the sea But my head is too small and dreams too big for me Ooo bum bum Ooo bum bum Ooo bum bum Ooo bum bum They tell me I'm young and I have time to grow I say I'm not patient, they say I'm cold as the snow My heart's insecure and my mind is a bitch And I can't cast a spell even though I'm a witch I wanna rip mountains and I wanna eat the clouds But the sun is too hot and the world's full of clowns I wanna breathe flowers and only hear the sand But I'm a little caught up in my fantasy land Ooo bum bum Ooo bum bum Ooo bum bum Ooo bum bum
Lydia, there's nuthin cooler than the old school hymns of the awesome song bird in your tank that never runs out of fire and fuel giving props to do whap love songs and hits the vynil like its supposed to sound. Lullaby dance and death chasing true love pure with no '"regrettes" and the perfect amount of poison, to make a small bite of venom, on the back of your leg, reminding you it's a small price to pay to fall in love. Casting your line out to the sea, with a middle finger hook and a heart shaped anquor, what's your line reeling in? The six pack plastic that kills the dolphins and wails, or the lucky hook reeling in the capsized boat to shore, to black sails on the sunset, and make it raise its masts again, and sail on one more time, just to feel the love of the waves, And the sunshine on her face, my bright light will always give her. Rockin good love to the Regrettes, some music hits you in the guts, nuts, heart, head, and makes shit alright. Misfit dance party instead of a ruthless brawl. Southpaw bare knuckle fuckker I will always be. Slow songs with patsy and hank Williams is where I lay. Thx regrettes, the world needs more bands like you
