I've been here for 1000 days. A thousand days that just don't mean a thing. Cause the city makes a perfect place to sleep...And daddy's coming home, he said he brought me things.From every coast and songs for us to sing; But singing never got me very far... And this old coast is full of pin-up paper rockstars
I said, "I'll run until my feet don't touch the ground. And as the waves carry me out... keep listening...I'll never make a sound. So keep it coming if it keeps you quiet.I'm like the girl that keeps you up all night, and I'll be a secret you can keep.
Keep me
Cuts on paper ♥; They can be awful deep. Lips from wear and tear on different city streets.
Don't all need a home, but just a place to sleep
