Breathe in the air outside. we we're sitting in the sun. nothing's wrong i was happy. for the first time in my life. . what can i do. to change your mind.
She said, "Would you like to see me. Naked in your living room. Straddling your hips and losing it over you?. We could do it all night. If you think you're man enough".
I am a loner roaming my desire. Chasing the sun beyond the grave. My companions will be many. Most will come and go. Yes, my fortune will be great. . And as I leave I can only smile.
All, all this time we've been wasting baby. You've been playing baby. Sending me all, all these signs. But never, never saying a word. See now I, I'm not trying to figure out, so how bout you..
I have been here such a long time, Ive had my share of life. Met so many people, a lot of joy and strife. Got memories from the old days, that made me carry on.
Did you ever see a bunch of groovy guys, hanging round in rhythms at night. We dont need excuses and no alibies, cause were feelin alright. . Every day living grabs you all day long, now and then its bringing you down.
Judge me for what I am. The bastards in life. Who don't pay for their sins. You wage nothing. You gain nothing. Everybody's down from here on in. . Heed my words hear me calling.
Confuse the way we all live life. We want the same pursue the prize. Our own way. Our own way. . Consuming time to run in place. Thoughts intertwined can't navigate and lose our way.
How many ways. Can we say our apology. God bless confess. And rejoice in acknowledging. The definition of truth hard to prove. Often lost rarely used with sincerity.
Canceled compassion, this our ignorance. Not everlasting much less eminent. Stay time heals everything. One more day to regret. One more day to regret.
(Spoken: My boyfriend won't be home for a couple of hours, so why don't you come over and lick my pussy). . Once a whore always a whore. I wanna hurt you, I wanna kill you.
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(ok, grunge-masters, here we go). . Everybody loves us. Everybody loves our town. That's why I'm thinking lately. The time for leaving is now. . Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Our time is coming. Here comes our time. Our time is now. This is our time. . They say that time is tight. Well, we're tight too. Yeah, we know just what we gotta do.
I feel unreal. I feel this every day. I steal to feel. And I steal your heart away. . You're next. And I sense. You're coming in the rain. To see you, me.
Running nightly. Through the streets of jacksonville. Seeking out swampy refuge. In some florida glade. Oh ain't no refuge. In the everglades, my friend.
She rolled up from the bar with kahlua and cream. Parked her wheel chair by the karaeoke machine. Closed her eyes and sang "dancing queen". She sang the ship out of "dancing queen".
Like a worm boring through cinders and rock and ash I think I need a broom. To sweep away the day cleanse us of the shame were in Im in. . Like a stray with the mange runs and lies and man I think I need to bathe to wash away the day.
Pack up my shit I'm on the road like Kerouac. (Whoo). Found tranquility in the cover that holds me. (Down, down). People I've query, I'm always on the move.