Babys

Anna, run away Little cigarette shoulders, she sold me the world I'm one 15th, I'll keep it In a little box Ornate horses, key, and lock, she told me the good words I'd forget I had a ball (my friends were there) I don't know what that means and please Let me tell you about my dream Moved to the country The ceilings were so high, that no one could touch them You posed with a pitchfork, we pulled all the weeds out And I, I got many thorns stuck in my side Affects my balance and my time I can't pull them out without bleeding Over the Argyle, the reflex sight, and I tried I slept on the stairs that night And the type wasn't as think as I wanted it So I cried as I ran through the long, long hallways And read out the names that I saw on the aisles and You'd tell me (about the devil) And how she used to leave the knife on the side And I know where this is heading But I can't help but sympathize (hell) You were in your hands I was in my head, everything I thought Everything I said runs through the outlines The mold on the white tiles, and I'll try Woo! (Yeah) So in the meanwhile, I'll spend 20s You can spend 20s too And I guess, if I had more time I would get back far, but it just wouldn't look the same