Smokin' cigarettes got a hold of me. Long about the summer of 1993. Rushin' in just like a fool. Used to be my golden rule. Long before I graduated school.
Smokin' cigarettes got a hold of me. Long about the summer of 1993. Rushin' in just like a fool. Used to be my golden rule. Long before I graduated school.
You say you will, but you never do. Kind of gettin' tired of lookin' through you. Got a lot on your mind, but not as much as I had on mine. When you got everything.
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As the moon ascends. The wolves come out to see the end. They hide from view and wait. To watch the ghost inside you come awake. And when the shots go off, you hear them call.
I got to tell you something. I wanna view your dreams. I wanna pull out your crazy and pour it over me.. I might take you somewhere far across the seas.
There's a story I'd like you to listen to. About a lady and a broken bird. Broken by the hammer. You took it so hard. You hardly said a word. . Sending them back over the lines.
Sit yourself down at the piano. Just about in the middle. Put all your fingers on the blacknotes. . Anywhere you want to. Sing along, write a song. And understand that you can play.
On the one side, truth towers like a cliff. On the other side, love dangles by a thread. And here is a climber who cannot find his eyes. And a falling woman wishing she was dead.
A boy with one hundred hands. Came groping through the dark. And stumbled upon the light you gave off. And fell gently into your arms. One hand it held the earth.
Dead in the sun and covered in glue. There is a town where nothing moves. Nobody works and nobody plays. And all of their dreams have melted away. All of their hopes have come and gone.
Don't you know, there's a bad man coming?. Creeping down through the spanish moss, and trees.. Rising up hear the black heart pounding.. Through the dark as you drift gently in deep sleep..
Went to see my fortune teller. To see which way the winds were blowin'. She said you'll probably get the cancer. She said you'll surely die alone. . It seems so far away and so long.
we can't even begin this scene. candles light by a fire we breathe, heat. and then we move to the basement. want to know what i do with the hot wax?. .
I want to hate you.. I want to knife you.. I want to kill you.. you made me this.. you ended me this way.. I live in this house in the name of suffering..
I can hear the dogs in their hysteria,Salivating for. the taste of our rotten failure. Brutality of flesh and. bone Making enemies where there were none Gangs of.
So I wanted goals. I saw all I needed was:. -a home with a view of something beautiful. -a woman that I trusted. -the friends that I grew up with. . But it was asking too much for us to pray things stay in exactly the same way. And so we drift together saying "Every mirror shows the same ugly shell I've shared forever". We drift together, yet apart and alone. The only role for these lonely souls. And you can see the by the lonely numbers on my bank receipts, the lonely space between these sheets, by the ravenous company I keep, comforts are few and far between. But just this once I'll have you know, this is not a lonely soul..
I've noticed that you like to live your life. on borrowed friends and borrowed time.. We don't live that way done here,. those bonds have formed throughout the years.
Wanted to go to the white fluffy. Clouds in a Bombay Sapphire coma. Been several shades of broken. Ever since I disowned her. . I wanted to be with my woman.