The Casket Lottery
softie
Select language to translate this lyric
You're so sweet, youre so sweet to me.
Symptoms get me to sing so high. my eyes water, when we're on the phone, i dont feel so alone. i wait for next sunday when you'll call again and make me sing falsetto. you make my heart feel ten feet tall. breathe in. breathe out. then think of me.
- Album:
- Real Fear
- Miscellaneous
- Survival is for Cowards
- Composed on Bicycles: Holiday Matinee Compilation, Volume 3
- Moving Mountains
- Choose Bronze
- Dot Dot Dash Something or Other Dot
- This Changes Everything
- Possiblies and Maybes
- Blessed/Cursed
- Small Brown Bike & The Casket Lottery
- 1999-12-05: Bloomington, IN, USA
- In Honor: A Compilation to Beat Cancer, Round #2
- Magnet New Music Sampler, Volume 24
- Smoke and Mirrors
- A Twenty Band Compilation
- Split
- The Door
- The Door - Single
- Slightest Indication of Change