ฟังเพลงMichael Jackson

Michael Jackson (迈克尔·杰克逊) - Tyler Read

Happiness is a warm smoking gun

I slowly turn around to face her to face what I have done

I can barely hold open my eyes all I think about is sleeping

Until I start to realize she just wants to feel wanted

All I want to feel is something inside my dim lit room

I wake up in a panic this reoccurring dream I'm having

I haven't felt like myself in quite sometime

It was yours but I thought it was mine

Standing on the street side

Leave me I'm the last one

Left with all the things that I've done

For the longest time for the longest time

Now I'm tearing up these pages

These paragraphs with single spaces

Documents of failure existence of our love

I can barely hold open my eyes

But I'll talk her down from loneliness

It's what I owe her right

Another seems to say look what she's done to me

I'm not to proud of the person that you've let me become

I just wanted to feel wanted and I think that she's forgotten

So let's just see what happens now

Standing on the street side

Leave me I'm the last one

Left with all the things that I've done

For the longest time for the longest time

We're making the most of the things that we have

This isn't the way that I want it to be

Happiness is a warm smoking gun

Happiness is a warm smoking gun

Happiness is a warm smoking gun

Happiness is a warm smoking gun

Standing on the street side

Leave me I'm the last one

Left with all the things that I've done

For the longest time for the longest time

Bodies take me back

Let's forget this ever happened

You've always hurt the ones that we love

For the longest time for the longest time

Happiness is a warm smoking gun