Paroles de Mirtha Jung Treats Her Guests Well

Your sleeves Are so cliché So I wear it on my face Abusing your control Yet again, and again! You abuse...! Your...! You abuse...! Stumbling cross white lines When your mistakes Speak from under these boards! I still wore your ring One phone call away From starting again! Chalk outlines Lay in my hall Our crazy play Strike poses on the floor I'll breathe you in To rest my throat Anesthesia my only hopes! You abuse...! Your...! You abuse! Stumbling cross white lines When your mistakes Speak from under these boards! I still wore your ring One phone call away From starting again! Your sleeves Are so cliché So I wear it on my face Abusing your control Yet again, and again Your sleeves Are so cliché So I wear it on my face Abusing your control Yet again, and again You! Abuse! Your! Control! You! See! My! Face! So everyone runs! But I'll never see you again! Again! Everyone runs! But I'll catch you! Now! Again and again!