Here we go again, from heroes to villainsUsed to be your Romeo, but we both were jiltedA couple of times, so we had a slippery slope to deal withBut still, it gave me hopeThat we’ll ادامه مطلب

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]I fly with the stars in the skiesI am no longer trying to surviveI believe that life is a prizeBut to live doesn’t mean you’re aliveDon’t worry ’bout me and who I ادامه مطلب

Find myself at your doorJust like all those times beforeI’m not sure how I got thereAll roads, they lead me hereI imagine you are homeIn your room, all aloneAnd you open your eyes into mineAnd ادامه مطلب

… Rebekah rode up on the afternoon train, it was sunnyHer saltbox house on the coast took her mind off St. LouisBill was the heir to the Standard Oil name and moneyAnd the town said, ادامه مطلب

Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?I’m not cut out for all these cynical clonesThese hunters with cell phonesTake me to the lakes where all the poets went to dieI don’t belong, and ادامه مطلب

My knuckles were bruised like violetsSucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talkedSpineless in my tomb of silenceTore your banners down, took the battle undergroundAnd maybe it was ego swingingMaybe it was herFlashes of the ادامه مطلب

I am someone who, until recent eventsYou shared your secrets withAnd your locationYou forgot to turn it offAnd so I watch as you walkInto some bar called The Black DogAnd pierce new holes in my ادامه مطلب

I’m five years oldIt’s getting coldI’ve got my big coat onI hear your laughAnd look up smiling at youI run and runPast the pumpkin patchAnd the tractor ridesLook now, the sky is goldI hug your ادامه مطلب

Combat, I’m ready for combatI say I don’t want that, but what if I do?‘Cause cruelty wins in the moviesI’ve got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to youEasy they come, easy they goI ادامه مطلب

This happens once every few lifetimesThese chemicals hit me like white wineWhat if I told you I’m back?The hospital was a dragWorst sleep that I ever hadI circled you on a mapI haven’t come around ادامه مطلب

I’m doing good, I’m on some new shitBeen saying “yes” instead of “no”I thought I saw you at the bus stop, I didn’t thoughI hit the ground running each nightI hit the Sunday matinéeYou know ادامه مطلب

… When I picture my hometownThere’s a bronze spray-tanned statue of youAnd a plaque underneath itThat threatens to push me down the stairs at our school… And it was always the same searing painBut I ادامه مطلب

I spy with my little tired eye, tiny as a fireflyA pebble that we picked up last JulyDown deep inside your pocket, we almost forgot itDoes it ever miss Wicklow sometimes? Ooh, oohThey said the ادامه مطلب

[Verse 1]If I could be sweetI would but first of all, let me sayI must apologize for acting stank and treating you this wayCause I’ve been acting like sour milk all on the floorIt’s like ادامه مطلب