Garden Party held today, invites call the debs to play,. Social climbers polish ladders, wayward sons again have fathers,. Edgy eggs and queing cumbers, rudely wakened from their slumber,.
Even if the good old days were good. Even if the old days were golden days. Even if the good old days were good. The past is a terrible place. The past is a terrible place to live.
Did you ever fall in love. Did you ever fall in love. Did you ever fall in love. Did you ever dream of falling. . If my heart were a ball. It would roll uphill.
I think, I know you. But I never watched you born. Thought I loved you. Thoughts dont come close. . Indifference is everywhere. But it doesnt really matter.
I started a joke which started the whole world crying. But I didn't see that the joke was on me, oh no. I started to cry which started the whole world laughing.
(David Bentley). . Every day I spend my time drinking wine, feeling fineâ?¦. Waiting here to find the sign that I can understand, yes, I am.. In the days between the hours, ivory towers,.
Oh. . I've got a thing. You've got a thing. Everyboy's got a thing. When we've got together. During our day. We come on to help each other. . Ooh. Ooh.
If your man only knew. how you're feeling. I see right through you. If your man only knew. that you still love me. I know you love me. . I see you're still be wearing.
If you want me to stay. I'll be around today to be available for you to see. I'm about to go but then you know. For me to stay here I've gotta be all me.
Can you wake up and call. My mother I am ill. Do you know what to say. If they do not answer. Will you wake up and call. My mother I am full. Of insects that fall into my mouth where I stand.
It starts right now, there's a way I was before. But I can't recall how I was those days anymore. I'm learning how to be here and nowhere else. How to focus on what I can do myself.
I was not ready. To fall in like I'm wasted. My heart grows heavy. Don't taste me rushing. And keep your words naked. You got me blushing. . Chorus:. And you forever I'll follow.
I walked the streets of. Another town. In search of someone. I've only dreamed of. Paint a picture. Of you and me. The way I see us. When I am sleeping.
When all the words just fall across the floor. and daytime is the nighttime of your soul. and you just can't find the truth behind the facts. and every dream is torn apart and you just can't seem to act.
But let's talk about you for a minute. With the vomit at yr gullet. From a half bottle of vodka that we'd stolen from the optic. On the back seat in yr car, because it wasn't safe to start it.
Trying to find the perfect match between pretentious and pop. Some crappy artwork that took way, way too long to draw. Handwritten track listing restarted every time the pen smudged.
He grows out his stubble just so that he can. Scratch at the sunburn that colored my arm. Civilians read bibles behind glass windows. Is this what constitutes normal behavior?.
First and foremost,. Let it be said,. I am writing this at 7: 10am,. On the hard dry tarmac of a vacant forecourt.. Astronomically speaking it's the first day of Autumn,.
some things do. i fail truth. some things do. this fucking radio doesn't even ever work. nothing coming through but static from the earth. there's parts inside.