Mama she has taught me well. Told me when i was young. "son your life's an open book. Don't close it 'fore its done". "the brightest flame burns quickest".
End of passion play, crumbling away. I'm your source of self-destruction. Veins that pump with fear. Sucking darkest clear. Leading on your death's construction.
Here's to the ones that we got. Cheers to the wish you were here, but you're not. 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories. . Of everything we've been through.
I've been the needle and the thread. Weaving figure eights and circles 'round your head. I try to laugh but cry instead. Patiently wait to hear the words you've never said.
I once heard Captain Dan tell me a story. about this lovely girl who's name was Jane. She was vast and deep and filled with glory. . Aahh. . Bottom served as home for hull and anchor.
I've been the needle and the thread. Weaving figure eights and circles round your head. I try to laugh but cry instead. Patiently wait to hear the words you've never said.
Oh-yeah, oh-yeah. . So scared of breaking it that you won't let it bend. And I wrote two hundred letters I will never send. Sometimes these cuts are so much deeper then they seem.
This has not been easy. This has been hard. I am scarred. And I do not know what to do with you.. . Going south, kiss your mouth, lick my lips, grab your hips.
Just shoot for the stars if it feels right. Then aim for my heart if you feel like. And take me away, and make it okay, I swear I'll behave. . You wanted control, so we waited.
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I miss the taste of a sweeter life. I miss the conversation. I'm searching for a song tonight. I'm changing all of the stations. I like to think that we had it all.
I miss the taste of a sweeter life. I miss the conversation. I'm searching for a song tonight. I'm changing all of the stations. I like to think that we had it all.
Oh-oh-oh. . Oh-oh-oh. . You were in college, workin part time, waitin tables. Left a small town, never looked back. I was a flight risk, with a fear of fallin.
I wake up with blood-shot eyes. Struggled to memorize. The way it felt between your thighs. Pleasure that made you cry. . Feels so good to be bad. Not worth the aftermath, after that, after that.
I miss the taste of a sweeter life. I miss the conversation. I'm searching for a song tonight. I'm changing all of the stations. . I like to think that we had it all.
Why did you have to die. When I was only at the age of five. So suddenly you were gone. And I was left with answers hard to find. Now I think of you 'cause I'm.
Maximum, maximum, power on my side. But it's minimum, minimum without you. Maximum, maximum, power on my side. But it's minimum, minimum without you. .
Girl in your window. Who will save your weary mood?. Blues by your boundary. Summer south of Spain in June. Voy a Esparar Para Siempre Mi Amor. . Young Anna Maria.
oNos toca vivir tiempos. en los que ya nacemos muy viejos. nos queda el cruel consuelo. de no mirarnos nunca al espejo. . Nos cuesta levantarnos. y en la misma cuesta caemos.
Qué bonito es el amor. Qué bonito es divertirse. Ser un chico sano. Un caraja, un despiste. . Qué bonita es una flor. Qué bonito el arco iris. Si es que la vida es la hostia.