HUNDREDSOMETHINGS
AN AGREEMENT OF SORTS:

Hey you always wake up
In your lonely make up
Its only what you make it
But you make it wrong
I guess you’d better whip me
Whip me in the right shape
But me into my place
And make sure I don’t feel
Now you’ve got me thinking
That if I whisper real soft
You wont hear me comin
And wont have time to leave
And he makes you believe anything

I’ll see you in your spare time
Maybe in the mean time
It’s all about the right time
And I got it wrong
So twist me into this pose
Makin sure no one knows
Just in time so we’ll go
Back where we began
Seemingly un-tragic
No time to wax nostalgic
I’m losin sleep about things
That I don’t know
And he makes you believe anything