sunshine you heal
just as much as you hurt
regret in my veins
and blood on my shirt
i sure must have had myself
a personal best
it takes filling my lungs up with smoke to get
things off my chest
crossing the border
wasted again
with her number on a canadian ten
oh mother, oh mother
why do you complain
i grew up alright
so dont be ashamed
my mouth has been cleaner
and i may have lost all my faith
til i believe in myself i
cant give my consience away
youre home with the dishes
and im out with my friends
placing bets with a Canadian ten
i searched for a reason to
not search for you
but i feel ike theres no place/town
i havent been through
i told myself dont fall in love
when you don’t know their/her name
but my eyes are straight-wired to my heart
and just bypass my brain
sometimes I’m forgetful, so I’ll start at the end
and call the number on this canadian ten
Folks: Butch Walker has a tumblr.
Oh man, I think I’m going to have to modify my Butch Walker auto reblog policy.
