Cartoon Love Bubbles Songtext
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Someday when I catch up with my purpose I'll have forgot who I was when I started
I haven't shaved in as long as I haven't thought about who I really am
Swept away by good intentions and misdirected creativity
Spreading myself thin to fishnet the possibilities
I think too much about other peoples' lives and turn burns the jealousy
Of greener grass and bigger pastures
The once nomad decide class rule woman's comfort daily
Somebody hug this hypocrite and tell him that it's not going to be ok and that's alright to understand
I'd rather be realistic and unhappy than smiling plastic in a television cell
Hell is for lovers and the poison burns under the covers and eats away at determination
I haven't shaved in as long as I haven't thought about who I really am
Swept away by good intentions and misdirected creativity
Spreading myself thin to fishnet the possibilities
I think too much about other peoples' lives and turn burns the jealousy
Of greener grass and bigger pastures
The once nomad decide class rule woman's comfort daily
Somebody hug this hypocrite and tell him that it's not going to be ok and that's alright to understand
I'd rather be realistic and unhappy than smiling plastic in a television cell
Hell is for lovers and the poison burns under the covers and eats away at determination
Shouldn't have to be a trade off
Someday I'll make myself understand that
For now it's cold sheets and bad breath tell the white widow comes climbing through my closet again
Planting seeds and skipping town before the flowers blossom
My time will come to smell the roses again soon enough
For now catching that sent will be what I'll have to be
appreciating
Spent time floating on monogamous bundles of passion that didn't happen
I remember that dream like it was real or it wasn't supposed to happen
Crossing boundaries is like fighting your way out of a wet paper bag (hught!)
Next to impossible if you've never had the odd pleasure of an unfaithful experience
Passion can be pathetic or even predictable in hindsight
Step your foot on the gas and slip past the defensive (?) with hot flashes
I'd rather be remembered for my Warped Tour board, cheap thrills and regret
Nice guys never finish
Left to diminish in diluted clumps of dismay
The least I could do is feel the warmth of forbidden contact tingling my temples (it's the least I could do)
Today could've been that day
Today could've been
That day
This is how it used to be
When the voice of reason crooned to me
That I'm sailing a ship with not captain, caption, breeding stop feeding that wild eagle.
Cartoon love bubbles
I'm trapped in cartoon love bubbles
Someday I'll make myself understand that
For now it's cold sheets and bad breath tell the white widow comes climbing through my closet again
Planting seeds and skipping town before the flowers blossom
My time will come to smell the roses again soon enough
For now catching that sent will be what I'll have to be
appreciating
Spent time floating on monogamous bundles of passion that didn't happen
I remember that dream like it was real or it wasn't supposed to happen
Crossing boundaries is like fighting your way out of a wet paper bag (hught!)
Next to impossible if you've never had the odd pleasure of an unfaithful experience
Passion can be pathetic or even predictable in hindsight
Step your foot on the gas and slip past the defensive (?) with hot flashes
I'd rather be remembered for my Warped Tour board, cheap thrills and regret
Nice guys never finish
Left to diminish in diluted clumps of dismay
The least I could do is feel the warmth of forbidden contact tingling my temples (it's the least I could do)
Today could've been that day
Today could've been
That day
This is how it used to be
When the voice of reason crooned to me
That I'm sailing a ship with not captain, caption, breeding stop feeding that wild eagle.
Cartoon love bubbles
I'm trapped in cartoon love bubbles
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