Uploaded May 2008 | Updated September 2026, 1 hour ago
Here is a song i've been working on for a while. It's going to be in the next collection of songs i put out.Comment on it. Rate it. Tell me i suck. Tell me you like it. TELL ME SOMETHING.
Here she comes wearing lipstick on her teeth, she stumbles in off the street on her feet, and she is feeling more alone than normal. I can see her heart; It's beating faster. She know that it won't last but that doesn't concern her at all.
Breathing next to him, she is nothing.
It feels so go he'll pretend that she is something new.
There they go using tables to stay up, slamming down another cup, feeling good and knowing nobod will recognize them. She was supposed to be a star, a ballerina. Now no one will ever see her past the mustache in her hand.
Count up the cards. What are the odds of this one turning out right?
She was made by machines. At night while she dreams, she needs two arms to hold her tight.
myspace.com/thejoemcdermott
Here is a song i've been working on for a while. It's going to be in the next collection of songs i put out.Comment on it. Rate it. Tell me i suck. Tell me you like it. TELL ME SOMETHING.
Here she comes wearing lipstick on her teeth, she stumbles in off the street on her feet, and she is feeling more alone than normal. I can see her heart; It's beating faster. She know that it won't last but that doesn't concern her at all.
Breathing next to him, she is nothing.
It feels so go he'll pretend that she is something new.
There they go using tables to stay up, slamming down another cup, feeling good and knowing nobod will recognize them. She was supposed to be a star, a ballerina. Now no one will ever see her past the mustache in her hand.
Count up the cards. What are the odds of this one turning out right?
She was made by machines. At night while she dreams, she needs two arms to hold her tight.
myspace.com/thejoemcdermott
