A Brief Dissertation On a Night Spent Talking in a Boston Accent Songtext
von Sorority Noise

I won′t cut my hair in hopes that all I ever was can grow alongside who I am today
All I'll ever be is a gas station bouquet of roses
A last minute thought and a waste of air
I won′t smile a lot, but I won't cry
Sure as hell won't let anyone inside
All I′ll ever be is a gas station bouquet of roses
A last minute thought and a waste of air I still don′t sleep most nights
Not because I'm scared, but because I′m not alive
And I still don't sleep most nights
Not because I′m scared, but because I'm not alive
All I′ll ever be is a gas station bouquet of roses
A last minute thought and a waste of air