Rolling on some rubber Pablo's fastened(?) to pose Climbing up, the comp(?) is troubled as I make my way home My love is huddled up, her calegitzal(?)
In a trip to fix all that's right, secretly seeking. Held at intersects. "Accidentally" meeting. With the greeting cards text He's cleverly made worthwhile
At the start the end's so easy to forget When the closing comes it's far too quick And the start sticks. Our conscious is killing us For what we haven
I'm stepping out an open door. Sometimes, I wish was locked. Across the hall another's shut The peephole's all I've got You've been warned. I'm sure
Help me if you can. Please lend me a hand. I can't speak to well. I am buried in sand. My esophagus is dry. I am sinking in. I ain't talk good. What
Mailman, what do you got? Joy. Oh, sweet joys. I made some friends of friendly girls and boys. Amongst all the noise. We fit like two necks In a ballbasket
There's a graceful dance above me. From the sun reflecting in. Off the cars that pass below. Each with their own story within. And the dance moves They
I've been collecting dirt since I escaped Waconda, I love you too! Up all night, I'll get to you by sunrise, orange and blue Telephone smells of home
It would have been easier to tell me to leave when I sat down. Giving up love for leisure like losing everything I found. It feels meaningless to tell
You take it from me, and I?ll get it back. You try it again? I?ll cut you no slack. Eeyadda dit day. YEEEEEEEOOOOOUUUUGHHHH!!!!!!
In the basement. Where they found me. I feel lucky. (Electraumatized) Surrounded by mannequins. I'm standing on hands and my friends are all standing
We don't care about how it gets to our mouth longs as it's in our mouth. Misses Stewart. I'm a hungry man. A young and thirsty man. I'm chewin' on his
Sadly I cavil and carp At your passion to prove yourself When I'll be right behind you. Break your heart for celebration Like a champagne glass-like
You left me For Texas On the same tracks That tricked us By the blue house We ate there It had been one month Your doorbell's Just as muffled But the
Thank God for your hair and your... eyes... and... Thank you for your hair and your eyes and your gums, Thank God for your hip bones and your plavey
What's the point of converse if it's not engaging and long? What's the point of learning if you knew it all along? What's the point of singing if you
So it is Tuesday I've gotten all my rest I'm drawing a man He has a woman's chest It came out uneven But I did not (?) He lost his left arm He is a big
Take some time. Cuz sadly knots are actually not capable of Breaking off what they've held strong For years too long. You're an up and overkill conduit
