Primary feelings, devoid of memory,. References vanish. I'm back to the start.. I don't name it. I don't say it.. I just face it,. Where there is no now and then,.
Fake Santa #1. Used to be I'd stand on the busiest corner. Ring my bell, and make the people smile. Nowadays they pass me by, and who knows why. Could it be that old Saint Nick's gone out of style?.
I know you don't trust me baby think I'm playing around and I know.. But the fact of the truth remains, that you're still with me 'cause you're my baby.
Standing in a line. Wonder why it don't move. Tryna get a hand. Watching people break the rules. And maybe the man in charge. Doesn't like my face. But then this world's not always good.
It bothers me, it bites me, stings me, deprives me. Off my track, the ways you make me pass, by highways. I am forced to trust your wicked ways. You use me, abuse me, control me, but....
Growing up like any other child. Like millions of others before. A statistic living exactly by the norm. Don't need to think about the future now. It's already decided for you.
what is yours. it ain't mine. become a capitalist and follow blind. staring into empty eyes. i can't see no truth behind those lies. . i don't believe.
No Escape. . Treacherous without compassion. You sought expression through them all. Sadistic and perverted urges. Dictated they had to fall. Spent your youth in reformatories.
Growing up like any other child. Like millions of others before. A statistic living exactly by the norm. Don't need to think about the future now. It's already decided for you.
oh ill be home again. rest your weary eyes. oh i dont know when. but not tonight. . oh driving to the wind. pulled over to the side.. the road is my my friend.
Riding at night through the wind and rain.. Trying to find my way home.. This weary traveler's been gone to long.. I return, never more to roam.. . I've seen big city lights and miles of highway..
Been down in the dumps for a day or two. Thinkin' baby, it was time for me to make a move. Late night skyline that's when it hit me. Well, I got to have me some of that New York City.
when it adds up to nothin'. It makes you wonder why you try. Stunned and numb left wondering why when. The truth is cruel, the lies turn white. I called and couldn't reach you, I got too hung up.
First of all believe it. I know you don't believe it's not a lie. I could do this for the rest of my life. . But the second I'm alone, the second I'm alone.
Keyboards and keystrokes. Keystones and keys. Write it all down and then move over please. Hollow your heart out. Hold out your hope. God give me strength and a good length of rope.
Kissing in a classroom on a campus on the coast after hours of analysis. I loved you first, yeah, I loved you most. Now it feels like paralysis. And Ive got no idea where were going with this.