:: daily will wood lyrics

come and braille-palm-read and hold my hand, see my reason

and when we find out what’s wrong with me, could you tell me how i’m right for you?

go on back to bed my love, i mean, that's where dreams are supposed to be

the best i can do is do the worst thing first and leave the rest up to you

does every bottom have its top?

it's me who cries mercy while your fingers curl

nature, i guess

mario, we're gonna pee on your head

my struggles had a happy ending, they must want to be friends

please, squeeze it in rhythm, prevent my heart from stopping

feet, don't fail me now the ways my eyes did
mind, don't snap and heart, don't break, not now
no, not like this, any but this breakdown

my best friend was a zen master, he grew up to be a hot dog vendor and he made me one with everything

my god give me shock therapy

you draw a line in the sand where it ends and you begin, but the tide rolls in

i'm gonna run, i'm gonna run out of time

:: 🎉🎉🎉 СПАСИБО ребята, даже красивой даты ждать не буду. люблю вас, а чиселка огромная?!?!

i'm far too weird to live, but i ain't too rare to die

hope that tomorrow i'll get something done

may today lose what yesterday won

if everyone's sick, well then, nobody can catch it, and if everybody's different, how could anybody match?