Testo The Lonely Side

My convictions have been burned at the stake. You're casting spells I'm determined to break. All that binds me to hell, a.k.a. when I look at your face, but you know
I want my shirt--I want it back. Giving in to all the facts that I've been thinking about, what she said to me, she's been looking about other company. And all around the world boys are living on the lonely side. (I'm a little on the lonely side, and I have been so sad.) We're just two pawns in a battle of wits. I bring the brains girl and you bring your tits. And we all sing along, guess I forgot to mention your name... What's your name? I want my shirt--I want it back. Giving in to all the facts that, lately, things are never what they seem to be: the scattered images, the way you move in and out of my life. So, I'm burning all of your photographs