autumn joy

By autumnjoy

dance yrself clean

...don't you want me to wake up?
then give me just a bit of your time
arguments are made from make outs
so give it just a little more time

we've got to bring our results
i wanna play it 'til the time comes
but there's a string of divorces
you go and throw your little hands up

i miss the way the night comes
with friends who always make it feel good
this basement has a cold glow
though it's better than a bunch of others

so go and dance yourself clean ..ooow
go and dance yourself clean yeah
you're throwing marks into pieces
baby, they're arguments, the pieces

....oh

we should try a little harder
in the tedious march of the few
every day's a different warning
there's a part of me hoping it's true

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