Oh, For Eyes of Glass
I can't be expected
To hold this up.
You're spinning tops
And when they drop,
Am I responsible?
Is what you're telling me?
Well I'll give my money
If they ask me,
But I won't give my clean body.
The least of these
Is not the least of my worries.
I'm sorry, but Jesus come on.
Autor(es): After the Sirens
