Letras
He's the sort that tells you that your vision will pass
Like he's digging a hole
He'll be taking pictures if you give him a chance
As if he's looking at your soul
All I need is something to pull me
To the next open fist
Oh, all I need is something to pull me
I'm not complaining
I just get it twist
Who could expect that it would come down to this?
He traded in for a hit
Don't ask him now, he's got nothing to give
Unless you count the little bits
All I need is something to pull me
To the next open fist
Oh, all I need is something to pull me
I'm not complaining
I just get it twist
He took the miniatures and put them away
He said "I've got to change my scope"
Unless it's big he says, I've got nothing to say
And tiny has to play with hope
All I need is something to pull me
To the next open fist
Oh, all I need is something to pull me
I'm not complaining
I just get it twist
All I need is something to pull me
To the next open fist
Oh, all I need is something to pull me
I'm not complaining
I just get it twist