Bob Guiney - Spare Minute Lyrics
Bogus reasons for leaving me hangin by a threadYa turn me down it turns me on,It really messed with my headRecurring dreams bout the real popular people in schoolIm biting dust in the presence of my home coming queenI guess you win this timeIts ridiculousFor you to be sitting there laughing as I crash and I burnCan you spare a minute forCan you spare a minute for when I die?Im burned out on pickup linesThat I learned in Philosophy classesThen the starting fullbackFell on my black rimmed glassesSeeing that IDont have a comeback to useThink Id better, better make a fool of you nowShes in charge of meShes swallowing the life insideIt just takes 60 seconds to make me come around