the premature adaptation of the got it made game plan. the heartless work of the red in her dress. alone has done some funny things to my friends. the
My father was run out of this town, a coward and a drunk. And my mother tried desperately to clear the name for me. Even in death that guy still makes
There's a place in my heart that won't kiss you goodbye that can't accept the truth that things aren't working out as planned. its so hard to admit that
cradled in the arms of a dream, i sit on my bed and sing. tonight has given a new soul to the grave. i've screamed and crowed, but it won't let go.
Look out into the freeway eyes of the party. Look out into the dark spring sky at the party. You'd rather be anywhere than with this guy at the party
of here, through my window or through my door. I can say what you need to hear, but I don't think that I ought to anymore. Its not unnatural to feel like
'm no victim; broke is different from poor I'm still learning what my heart is for Overall it's overwhelming Feels like a punch every time I come home Hits like
Originally by Leonard Cohen] Like a bird on a wire, like a drunk at a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free. Like a fish on a hook, like
without you it feels all kind of worn. i loved you...more. i loved you. i loved you so much. you were the candle i wanted to touch, but just like
too. Only so much time, you can waste on me, there's only so much time you can waste on me. You feel fat and I feel ugly. Together we don't like anybody
They were both radiant, and far away Living on a diet of romance and faith 'Til history crept in and wouldn't leave them It's a classless kind of fate
dark, that it was just like suicide and that you really don't want to die but you've said it so many times. Like a musical trend you see it as a phase
It's happening again Sorry to say you're just in time when Comedy escapes me I smile I'm doing fine I don't want to scare you Like I've done in the past
, The end becomes the trailer when it's gone. Then our lives won't be based on facts, Just what we heard So we fold each other over like falling birds
Saturday I could hand you your Saturday, I can send you a Saturday, I can be true to Saturday, I can walk out the side I can fly up towards those clouds
The street goes blurry like a movie that you saw once Minutes freeze but you can't collect the corners still She used to whisper you name like a refrain
A painting of my days Lived with restraint I draw pictures, send birthday presents Yes, I sleep alone, which is fine But soon, I'll need you 'Cause I can't last like
We like the music with the vocals mixed low We speak of songs as if no one else knows So unoriginal, our M.O. Until something better happens Until we
