Little piece... letra

I felt guilty just for smiling or for dancing.
I was frowning with my back against the wall.
A little piece of me had been washed away
and I didnt think it was worth looking for.
I'm looking for excuses to birng me back, and I hope I find me one.
'Cause I don't like what I've become.
Jaded, bottle in my hand, afraid to say a mumbling word
'cause who wants to hear another sad song?
I got some old friends, a sister and a mother
and some girls who once were lovers.
We call each other when we got to.
When were afraid that one of us may no longer be living.
That's when well get the call or make the call.
If we got the time.
We will.
I promise you I will.

This Bike Is A Pipe Bomb - Letras

• A hundred dollars
• Andreena Kitt
• Better off dead
• Board of tourism
• Body count
• Debbie Dunlap
• Depression
• Drugtown
• Evil livin'
• Grandpa
• Imperfection
• It Matters
• Jack Johnson
• Johnny
• Like before
• Little piece...
• Memoirs From The Secret Spot
• Middle o' nowhere
• Mouseteeth
• Murder Bike
• Murdermurdermurder
• Next Bus
• Of Chivalry And Romance In A Dumpster
• R.O.D.A.D.
• Selma
• The argument
• The ballad of Sonny Liston
• The Black Panther Song
• The Star Song
• This is what I want
• Trains and cops
• What shall we do
• Willie Junior