THE BRUISE REMIX - Remix
Lava lamps lose buoyancy
Don't say that you're not sick of me
'Cause I'm o-o-over me
I'm o-o-over me
Lava lamps lose buoyancy
Don't say that you're not sick of me
'Cause I'm o-o-over me
I'm o-o-over me
'Cause I'm so sick sick sick
I need
I need attention
But not so much that you g-g-get the impression
That I
Oh me, oh my
My reputation
Ms anything more than quite a foolish approximation
Of the one good thing that I've ever done
Oh, I'm not having fun when I can't please no one
So kiss me hard before I decide that i'm done and
When i turn to run
Oh, don't chase me
Lava lamps lose buoyancy
Don't say that you're not sick of me
'Cause I am o-o-over me
Don't say that you're not sick of me, baby
I'm o-o-over me
Lying to myself, 'cause tomorrow will just be a different hell
I guess I'll see you in hell
Fresh to death
All black
It's funeral chic
Black clothes fade to blue
Blackened bloodied youth
That's how you'll see me in hell
Still spitting blood between my teeth, too
Goddamned for the things I do
If you're the muse baby i'm the bruise
I've been goddamned for the things i do
Hope it's something you can use
Don't don't say that you're not sick of me, baby
I'm o-o-over me
Don't say that you're no
Don't don't say that you're not sick of me, baby
I'm o-o-over me
Don't say that you're not sick of me
'Cause I'm o-o-over me
I'm o-o-over me
Lava lamps lose buoyancy
Don't say that you're not sick of me
'Cause I'm o-o-over me
I'm o-o-over me
'Cause I'm so sick sick sick
I need
I need attention
But not so much that you g-g-get the impression
That I
Oh me, oh my
My reputation
Ms anything more than quite a foolish approximation
Of the one good thing that I've ever done
Oh, I'm not having fun when I can't please no one
So kiss me hard before I decide that i'm done and
When i turn to run
Oh, don't chase me
Lava lamps lose buoyancy
Don't say that you're not sick of me
'Cause I am o-o-over me
Don't say that you're not sick of me, baby
I'm o-o-over me
Lying to myself, 'cause tomorrow will just be a different hell
I guess I'll see you in hell
Fresh to death
All black
It's funeral chic
Black clothes fade to blue
Blackened bloodied youth
That's how you'll see me in hell
Still spitting blood between my teeth, too
Goddamned for the things I do
If you're the muse baby i'm the bruise
I've been goddamned for the things i do
Hope it's something you can use
Don't don't say that you're not sick of me, baby
I'm o-o-over me
Don't say that you're no
Don't don't say that you're not sick of me, baby
I'm o-o-over me
Credits
Writer(s): Russell Wood
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