IRC-Galleria

Good morning Joan
Now pick up your phone
It was bad but just a dream
And you are remembered
Put on something pretty
Go back to the city
In town the sky's just space
No starlight in your face
Now forget about Mary
She says everything's scary
She got locked inside her skin
Get near her, she'll drag you in

I'd call on you if I could
If you were less like me I would

Listen to Eve
She's got stuff up her sleeve
To her there's no excuse
You've gotta use before you get used
Or talk to Louise
She knows all about freezing
She got lost in early May
And now it's December

I'd call on you if I could
If you were less like me I would

Save you from this if I could
If you were less like me I really would
(Save you from this)
Spare us all this shit
But you're all just like me so I quit!

My name is yours
Can I sleep on your floor
See, my heroes changed their minds
But I do remember

If I were less like you, And you were less like me