Tyler Read - Michael Jackson Lyrics
Happiness is a warm smoking gunI slowly turn around to face her, to face what I have doneI can barely hold open my eyes all I think about is sleeping,until I start to realize, she just wants to feel wantedall I want to feel is something inside my dim lit room,I wake up in a panic this reoccurring dream I'm havingI haven't felt like myself in quite sometimeIt was yours but I thought it was mineStanding on the street sideLeave me I'm the last oneLeft with all the things that I've doneFor the longest time, for the longest timeNow I'm tearing up these pagesThese paragraphs with single spacesDocuments of failure, existence of our loveI can barely hold open my eyesbut I'll talk her down from lonelinessIt's what I owe her rightAnother seems to say, look what she's done to meI'm not to proud of the person that you've let me becomeI just wanted to feel wanted, and I think that she's forgottenSo let's just see what happens nowStanding on the street sideLeave me I'm the last oneLeft with all the things that I've doneFor the longest time, for the longest timeWe're making the most of the things that we haveThis isn't the way that I want it to beHappiness is a warm smoking gun(x4)Standing on the street sideLeave me I'm the last oneLeft with all the things that I've doneFor the longest time, for the longest timeBodies take me backLet's forget this ever happenedYou've always hurt the ones that we loveFor the longest time, For the longest timeHappiness is a warm smoking gun.
