Two new songs
Two new songs!! Yay! One a bitchy one about some personal crap I've been going through, one a funny one about road rage.
"I'm Gone"
How can I believe
A word you say?
How could you deceive
Everyone this way?
How could you lie
For so long?
You made me cry
So now I'm gone..
You know that you were wrong, I'm gone..
That's what you wanted all along
Well now you got it babe, I'm gone.
How can I believe
That you cared?
You talked down on me
Whenever I wasn't there
I didn't suspect
Things were wrong
So here's what you get
Now I'm gone..
I hope you're satisfied, I'm gone
That's what you wanted all along
You broke my trust and pride, I'm gone.
I thought I knew you better
I thought you cared about me
I thought a lot of things but I guess that I was wrong
I thought you could be trusted
But now your game is busted
If you think I'll take it, then you're crazy baby
Hate me, maybe, I'm gone
I deserve better, so I'm gone
Wrote you a letter, and I'm gone
That's what you wanted all along
Well now you've got it, babe I'm gone...
Baby, I'm gone.
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"One Hundred Miles"
I've got one hundred miles to go to get home tonight
And the speed limit's fifty, but we're going thirty
'Cause these sons of bitches can't drive
And there's no reason
To believe that
I'll make it home before midnight
But I'll keep dreaming
And start speeding
As soon as the lane opens up on my right
I'll be dreaming, and speeding, to get home to you tonight.
I've got one hundred miles to go, and I know it's not far
And I'd like to go faster, but these stupid bastards
Don't know where their gas pedals are.
And there's no reason
To believe that
I'll make it home sometime today
But I'll keep dreaming
And start speeding
As soon as this fucker gets out of my way
I'll be dreaming, and speeding, to get home to you today...
I don't know why nobody can use turn signals when they pass..
And this jerk in the pickup
Must have his gear stick up his ass
Hit the gas!
I've got one hundred miles to go, to get home from here
And I'm not gonna make it, 'cause I couldn't take it
And I rammed some guy from the rear.
And there's no reason
To believe that
The plan that I had would have failed
He's not even bleeding,
I wasn't speeding,
But it's kind of hard to drive when you're in jail
So I need you, to speed here, and bring me some money for bail.
"I'm Gone"
How can I believe
A word you say?
How could you deceive
Everyone this way?
How could you lie
For so long?
You made me cry
So now I'm gone..
You know that you were wrong, I'm gone..
That's what you wanted all along
Well now you got it babe, I'm gone.
How can I believe
That you cared?
You talked down on me
Whenever I wasn't there
I didn't suspect
Things were wrong
So here's what you get
Now I'm gone..
I hope you're satisfied, I'm gone
That's what you wanted all along
You broke my trust and pride, I'm gone.
I thought I knew you better
I thought you cared about me
I thought a lot of things but I guess that I was wrong
I thought you could be trusted
But now your game is busted
If you think I'll take it, then you're crazy baby
Hate me, maybe, I'm gone
I deserve better, so I'm gone
Wrote you a letter, and I'm gone
That's what you wanted all along
Well now you've got it, babe I'm gone...
Baby, I'm gone.
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"One Hundred Miles"
I've got one hundred miles to go to get home tonight
And the speed limit's fifty, but we're going thirty
'Cause these sons of bitches can't drive
And there's no reason
To believe that
I'll make it home before midnight
But I'll keep dreaming
And start speeding
As soon as the lane opens up on my right
I'll be dreaming, and speeding, to get home to you tonight.
I've got one hundred miles to go, and I know it's not far
And I'd like to go faster, but these stupid bastards
Don't know where their gas pedals are.
And there's no reason
To believe that
I'll make it home sometime today
But I'll keep dreaming
And start speeding
As soon as this fucker gets out of my way
I'll be dreaming, and speeding, to get home to you today...
I don't know why nobody can use turn signals when they pass..
And this jerk in the pickup
Must have his gear stick up his ass
Hit the gas!
I've got one hundred miles to go, to get home from here
And I'm not gonna make it, 'cause I couldn't take it
And I rammed some guy from the rear.
And there's no reason
To believe that
The plan that I had would have failed
He's not even bleeding,
I wasn't speeding,
But it's kind of hard to drive when you're in jail
So I need you, to speed here, and bring me some money for bail.