गीत निर्देशांक
ENमूल बोल
अनुवाद अभी उपलब्ध नहीं है। मूल बोल दिखाए जा रहे हैं।
It was a green morning
You told me in a cab
You fucked me in mourning
Just like that dream I'd already had
I was a father
For a few weeks
But you wouldn't let me
I was just your fodder
For a good night sleep
I'm stuck in daydreams and sex dreams
And reality I cant keep straight
Like you saying you wanted
Two and a half kids with a white picket fence
My erratic heart rate has started to inflate
And I don't know when it will stop
In this cab i'm aware of the blood in my ears
But its been there all these years
I was a father
For a few weeks
But you wouldn't let me
I was just your fodder
For a good night sleep
And when I think of those booze filled brunches
The sour aftertaste of your lipstick on my face
I think how kids mostly hate me
And how I wont make that much money
