Timesbold Gin I Win
you spend too much time dwellin' in some sweet
afterwords
the past is a puddle, there's a flower in the middle
that could be yours
if you'd sing a little softer, pay a little more
attention to
the atmospheres
you can't tell it like it is if you can't tell it like
it is without asking
you can't tell it like it is if you can't tell it like
it is without explaining
you can't tell it like it is if you can't tell it like
it is without complaining
you can't tell it like it is if you can't tell it like
it is without drinking
you can't tell it like it is 'cause there ain't no like
it is
spend all your time dwelling on some ill preacher's
curse
the pact is pointless and everyone staring eats their
words
so sing a little softer, pay a little more attention to
the atmospheres
you can't tell it like it is if you can't tell it like
it is without parading
you can't tell it like it is if you can't tell it like
it is without breaking
you can't tell it like it is if you can't tell it like
it is without erasing
you can't tell it like it is if you can tell it like it
is without weeping
you can't tell it like it is 'cause there ain't no like
it is
