Losing track of time. 'Cause you want the world empty inside. You know I wish you well. Someday I hope I can stop this girl. From falling faster into memories fading out.
We have material minds. And restless hands. Longing hearts. And lonely beds. But we purchase stuff. And work too hard. Use our heads. And fill our beds.
No hay nada que no puedas oir. Me esta hablando mi ex. Permiteme. Deja ponerla en su lugar. Voy ponerla en su lugar. Que diablos quieres?. Que parte del no no entiendes.
These tire tracks. zigzag your torso like the devil's self portrait. the car accident, the skin graft treatment, the flower baskets, the wincing relatives.
first shot goes down like fire. you'll pull the thoughts to the front of my mouth. i hear the words of a sad, sad song. rattle around my head. they mix up and fall out of my mouth.
We represent the Lullaby League, The Lullaby League, The Lullaby League. And in the name of the Lullaby League,. We wish to welcome you to Munchkinland..
Nothing goes on today. She says. All of our running 'round. To get away. Yes and it's complicated. Some now. And some later. One of the girls. You'd have to say.
There's an army on the dance floor. It's a fashion with a gun my love. In a room without a door. A kiss is not enough in. Love my way, it's a new road.