Spare Minute — текст песни (BOB GUINEY)

Bogus reasons for leaving me hangin` by a thread

Ya turn me down it turns me on,

It really messed with my head

Recurring dreams bout the real popular people in school

I`m biting dust in the presence of my home coming queen



I guess you win this time

It`s ridiculous

For you to be sitting there laughing as I crash and I burn



Can you spare a minute for

Can you spare a minute for when I die?



I`m burned out on pickup lines

That I learned in Philosophy classes

Then the starting fullback

Fell on my black rimmed glasses

Seeing that I

Don`t have a comeback to use

Think I`d better, better make a fool of you now



She`s in charge of me

She`s swallowing the life inside

It just takes 60 seconds to make me come around



[Thanks to fat_yo@hotmail.com for these lyrics]