It would simply say everything if you would Take a pen and write my name on a friend Who never cared to let me in And take a vast revine that for Three
the tic tock clock lies Goldilocks What a sick enchanted view Of the white blot sin that we all began not the girl that I once knew. Blue Sunshine Ive
White kitchen walls with a thousand windows You turn on Winston in the den And I'm still asleep but I can hear the piano when you make breakfast
He's scared Her ship arrived and came in yesterday The darkest side of Houston's finest day You fell alseep, my love And i fantasize That the wind blew
I ended the book that I'm writing, The part about you I'm tearing it out A simple goodnight, stop fighting There's nothing left to even read about I'm
Have you ever been so lonely there's no one there to hold just pull me in or disown me and then climb inside my arms are open wide have a look inside
Writing on a cup of coffee As she waits my table And she smiles when able from the inside And who would've thought a cup of coffee Would make my legs
dream Of losing total feeling while the windmill's squealing The windmill's squealing I paint to kill the dead saints, I paint to make it clear My colors run in blue
sweet and somber pigeon wings can't we all recall when mama and papa were the sweet toothed christmas ball i said, picture as holiday family yeah of course
The 21st. comes so soon every month An anniversary of not being strong enough You're much too co-dependent A shrink is recommended Your father tells
My weaknesses, Rear their ugly faces on a day to day basis. Stay calm and try to see this, I'm always sensitive relaxing, always delicately asking. But
The sweet and somber pigeon wings, cant we all recall when MaMa and PaPa, were the sweet tooth Christmas Ball. A Picturesque holiday family. Of course
My weaknesses, Rear their ugly faces on a day to day basis. Stay calm and try to see this, I'm always sensitive relaxing, always delicately asking
dream Of losing total feeling While the windmill's squealing The windmill's squealing I paint to kill the dead saints I paint to make it clear My colors run in blue
Tomorrow I?m gonna find a way to die I?m living only for a lover And the death of you and I But if you find a way to break my back With needles, thread
