leech

• a crow left of the murder'ın 14. parcası.. (bkz: incubus)
  
  does it make you indie?
  does it make you proud?
  to talk the world into a paper bag
  spotty stain of "i'm ok, you're not ok"
  yes, men too could be on the rag
  
  i'm over my head i need a pick-me-up
  its easy to get high when you're standing on our backs, man
  will anything ever be good enough for you?
  stand on your own, hold your water if you can
  
  the ride's over, did you enjoy yourself?
  the ride's over, fairing well?!
  the ride's over, did you enjoy yourself?
  the ride's over, fairing well?!
  not on my time
  
  it isn't fair to mention, but it awes the crowd
  your fictional, plastic alibi
  so take another hit, steal another line
  did you ever meet a leech who was good at goodbyes?
  
  when you were down i always picked you up
  why didn't i recognize that everything was never fine?
  i'm kicking myself that i shared spit with you
  so fuck yourself
  and fuck this bleeding heart of mine
  
  the ride's over, did you enjoy yourself?
  the ride's over, fairing well?!
  the ride's over, did you enjoy yourself?
  the ride's over, fairing well?!
  not on my time
  
  when you were down i always picked you up
  why didn't i recognize that everything was never fine?
  i'm kicking myself that i shared spit with you
  so fuck yourself
  and fuck this bleeding heart of mine
  
  the ride's over, did you enjoy yourself?
  the ride's over, fairing well?!
  the ride's over, did you enjoy yourself?
  the ride's over, fairing well?!
  
  the ride's over