For the record I'm tired. I've been running for days. But I can't hide anymore. It's time to just settle here. . The rain beats on my head. And I'm tired and cold.
Grow your hair out boy.. Let me see you smile.. Here we go again,. messing with my head.. . I'm frayed in doubt.. . Lay me out over a burning fire. And it burns like glacier melt.
It's not fair. To find you there. Waiting on. I don't care. I care. Way too much. . Wait and see. Well, that you are inside of the. Places that you knew you loved.
Try and pretend. to remember when you were scared you'd say. "do you think that we could be these people who lose everything?". and dont forget that you're (we're) scared.
I figured it out when I drew the lines.. I thought you should know because it came together nice.. When I say 'when' cut the strings.. They're just twisted threads in a series of flings..
I'll watch over you from above. Watch with signs of your love. And heaven's not the same in the rain. It's just a sad old tale like today. . But i'm already in your heart.
Always been down with one of them too. You were the fake and I was the fool. But you were too young to know all the rules. So I was the fake and you were the fool.
Don't you worry bout what you've been told. Cause honey I ain't even close to cold. It's kinda soon to fall in love again. But sometimes the best that you can do is just jump back in.
So you did what you thought was right. Oh giving up the fight. The only way that we knew was wrong. Got me hanging on and on. Its everything you want.
I used to listen to the radio. And I dont guess theyre listenin to me no more. They talk too much but thats okay. I dont understand a single word they say.
FOOTSTEPS. SPEAK NOTHING BUT LIES. STEAL, BORROW AND BEG. STALE COPYCAT LIVES. STILL LIVING OFF DREGS. A SMALL COUNTERFEIT MIND. SEES NOTHING IN DEPTH.
VERSE 1. FIND OPEN PORES. EATING UP DIRT, GATHERING GLEET. SLOWLY THEY'LL ROT, SLOWLY THEY'LL WEEP. TRAP ALL THE THE NERVES. ENSURE ITS CURSED AS IT SECRETES.
One hand holds everything. The other thinks it's not enough. Groping blindly for alternatives. Enticed to senselessly indulge. The hand with everything.
got a gun. its a real one. should be fun. my fathers gun. a new feeling. load bullets one by one. cold steel in my hand. click click. try me. i visit it every day.
Sunshine:blooms. Then I'm fucked again. Echo that same old song. Certain past the ego. Certain expansion of the self. Meatbreath tomb. Pistil whipped up pollen.
[Music: Pat Johnson & Andy Prietto]. [Lyrics: Pat Johnson]. . Another notch upon the drainpipe repressed but not extinct. A forced pry with nothing left but blame i i will not.
I loathe this fukkin life. The world is not too nice. But it's a world of shit. Don't make me laugh, we can't have it. I don't know what the fuck to do.
I ain't got a nickel ain't got a dime. I ain't interested in your fuckin mind. Gonna get me fucked and get high. Gonna take my fucked up ride. I'm gonna fuck you up.
You won't see no pictures of me pasted on nobody's wall,. and we can talk about art all night long, but I won't say nothing at all.... now i ain't no pussy son of a bitch i get wasted every night.
I fucked one in the basement. I fucked one in the hall. Fucked one at a toilet seat in a bathroom stall. Fucked one in an alley. Up against the wall. I fucked em all.