Kind Of Like Spitting - Dostoyevsky Gets Mugged Outside A Donut Shop In Jersey lyrics

rate me

Our savior's fallen ill, and he won't get up

We've cast away our stones, why won't he get up?

So unawake with you, you let me drive your car

You let me break your heart and still not want to give up

So now the only time I get to see you smile

Is in the darkest rooms with the brownest tiles

And to hear you laugh is a sweet refrain

So sick with joy, I'm the perfect boy

Our savior's fallen ill, but here's a souvenir

Another saint to pierce against your bedroom wall

It says you can't give up and that you won't wake up

Until you close your eyes and lay down