6 Feet Beneath the Moon

I don't care about sunny days Gonna keep it out of sight but under shade I'm gonna keep it out of sight but under shade It's gonna be like this And that's alright And that's ok....is that ok? Myself would beat these lines In my head I'm getting dead

well same old bobby, same old beat well yeah they got nothin' on me the same old cut, same old streets but yeah they got nothin' on me and easy come and easy go well yeah I'm sure I told you so well they just want you through your door now I'm sure I

My sandpaper sigh engraves a line into the rust of your tongue. I could've been someone to you would have painted the skies blue Baby blue if you knew... Baby blue... Edging closer you swing my way I've got no chance and nothing to say. But stay here