Verse 1: So impatient tired of waiting time gets shorter it's frustrating. up at dawn I get the paper off to work now see you later. is this what my life's really all about?.
Out! Out damned spot. I need somethign stronger. I'm copping a whiskey strut. Pushing the mood swing. Dodging the "you always...". and "you never...".
I want to make it all better. I'm wishing my hands could heal. I say, "I'm right here for you". When I know I'm still someplace else. Still someplace else outside.
This time I wonder what it feels like. To find the one in this life. The one we all dream of. But dreams just aren't enough. So Ill be waiting for the real thing..
i have come so far-. from a wheelchair-. to walking away-. it must be fate-. the doctors to me-. that i may never walk. and here i am now,. i'm walking away-.
Oops, up on the wrong side of the bed. I'm in a bad mood, brooding like Achilles type attitude. Including a short fuse,. shitfaced, and pissy pants,. you better keep your distance.
I was wearing a stick-mask in a little play. . Miraculous, sad and wonderful. Gesturing in time with everyone little greek drama. . Waiting backstage, waiting for my cue wondering, what if I forget what to do?.
You get my goat; I'll slit your throat. I'll cut your head off while I'm at it. . We've got a date so don't be late; I don't think eight is all that early.
Luke Bryan - Good Directions. . Verse 1:. . I was sittin' there, sellin' turnips on a flat-bed truck. Crunchin' on a pork rind when she pulled up. She had to be thinkin' this is where rednecks come from..
0:01. lying on the couch, limp as a line,. my cocks pumping, and thumping, at this girl who's fine.. i see the snatch, my cock goes up,. churning and yurning she takes off my cup..