Easter Teeth - Truckstop Fear - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Blythe, O Blythe! Never was there such a sight for sore eyes. Blythe, O Blythe! How I long to gather to you in my arms! Truckstop fear! Windshield smear! I wish I could scream at an empty room. I wish I could toss and turn in a van. I wish I could sleep on a stranger's floor. I wish I could have to wear the same clothes. I wish I could miss you...I wish I could get sick of my own songs. I wish I could get sick of my best friends. I wish I could make some memories. Hoo hoo hoo!