Puck/Quinn Picspam

I wake up every evening
With a big smile on my face
And it never feels out of place.
And you're still probably working
At a 9 to 5 pace
I wonder how bad that tastes

When te see my face
I hope it gives te hell, I hope it gives te hell
When te walk my way
I hope it gives te hell, I hope it gives te hell

Now where's your picket fence love
And where's that shiny car
Did it ever get te far?
You never seem so tense, love
Never seen te fall so hard
Do te know where te are?

Truth be told I miss you
Truth be told I'm lying

When te see my face
I hope it gives te hell, I hope it gives te hell
When te walk my...