Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage
repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching
luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on higher punches and a range of fucking fabrics. Choose
DIY and wondering who the fuck you are in the Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch
watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all. Pushing your last in a miserable home,
nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats that you've
spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life. But why would I want to do a thing
like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose something else. And there are reasons. But I'm no reasons.
Where are my eyes? Get out of my way or I'll show your face. I'll be alive. But it seems I'll
realize today I'm not alive. It's just my thought that she isn't staying away from the past.
Now just the coil isn't in my face. Candy-coachers, boys in kisses, flint in pieces,
from past kisses, candy-coachers, false promises, dying for the chance that you would belong to me.
Where are my eyes? Get out of my way or I'll show your face. I'll be alive. But it seems I'll realize today I'm not alive. It's just my thought that she isn't staying away from the past.
Now just the coil isn't in my face. Candy-coachers, boys in kisses, flint in pieces,
from past kisses, candy-coachers, false promises, dying for the chance that you would belong to me.
Candy-coachers, boys in kisses, flint in pieces,
candy-coachers, false promises, dying for the chance that you would belong to me.
Candy-coachers, boys in kisses, flint in pieces,
candy-coachers, false promises, dying for the chance that you would belong to me.
Candy-coachers, boys in kisses, flint in pieces,
candy-coachers, false promises, dying for the chance that you would belong to me.
Candy-coachers, boys in kisses, flint in pieces,
candy-coachers, false promises, dying for the chance that you would belong to me.
Candy-coachers, boys in kisses, flint in pieces,
candy-coachers, false promises, dying for the chance that you would belong to me.
Candy-coachers, boys in kisses, flint in pieces,
candy-coachers, false promises, dying for the chance that you would belong to me.
