i hate the smiths.

names fall from your mouth like rain on the coast. names and labels. youll come pretty close but you wont find shit not here. you can talk talk talk with your finger tips. hold your breath that you wont get caught. you wouldnt want that here. turn up the lights forget our names were all just kids. theres no one here. cross your legs and close your mouth we dont care who youve fucked. theres no one here. drop your names and expose yourself. your you fucking die for this. theres no one here. turn up the lights turn up the lighs we want to see how cool you are. theres no one here. sing one song for the rest of your life one that you dont really like one that you dont understand. by this you breath and die. names and labels.