Testo di Jaywalker

I'll be that suffering one Numb not clever Ms. I'll see you never Late out on the street I'll be there cross holdin' Always under weather In that old dirty sweater That never fitted me All tattered Those stories don't matter much to me All weathered Those old letters don't matter much to me Sick from the gutter But now I'm feeling better So now I'll send your letter With crossed I's dotted t's Lost in the moment Your fear of me is tethered To where I am and centered On when I swear clean All tattered Those stories don't matter much to me All weathered Those old letters don't matter much to me