Flavor
Relative ash
Our Time With You... (2000)

floored, I don't feel right
so much flavor he’s sick you know
give up love your arm suffers
so I can invite her spit
I don't feel right so much flavor I’m sick
but don't trip.
love, I don't feel right
so much flavor he’s very, very sick
give up love your arm suffers
so she can invite all of our spit
I don't feel right so much flavor
I'm sick but don't trip
eyes are shut crib cries
flush loose teeth pistol whipped
she faints you’re gone bye, bye
God she's so sick of being second
taste dies sex when high heart goes limp
she cares you’re gone bye, bye
God she's so sick of being second
God she's so sick of being second
God it’s such a sin to be second
have you ever witnessed full blown romance
and there ain’t no question they held hands like
we did and your love thank you for having me
I’ve witnessed timeless love
You’re gone bye, bye
I don't feel right, I don't feel right
I don't feel right
God she’s so sick of being second never again
God it’s such a sin to be second