Im gonna keep it simple. So yall can understand. The times they are a changing. Turning back to bad. Well I aint the one to lead you. Cause Im not. That type of girl.
Woke up this morning. On the wrong side of the bed. I didnt know. Where I was to go. But I knew. What I had to do. Was just do it. First thing. You got to leave.
Seems everyday theres someone. Telling me how to live my life. And making judgments bout me. Saying I aint living right. . But they dont know me. Who I am and where I wanna be.
Another pissed and wasted night, dont got nowhere to go. And my brain is swimming in a pool of the cheapest alcohol. Roaming around and I cant go home cause Im still too fucking drunk.
baby would it be too much. if i told you that im in love. life has never been better. we are closer than ever. baby would it be allright. if i took a bit of your time.
(michael garvin/anthony smith/p.r. battle). . In the same breath you told me it was over. You said in time I'd feel like somebody new. And as you walk away I'm sure you wonder.
(an outtake that will surface somewhere, at some point...). . The beadle says I killed them all. My wife, my screaming child. I'm dying in the morning.
Sometimes I look into your eyes. I'm trying to see the light that shines back at me. Sometimes there's nothing there. Sometimes it's hard to care. Sometimes I'm scared that I don't know.
I was standing on a corner kicking my heels. Had my coat buttoned up beneath my chin. And I saw in some girl's eyes, she thought I was making deals. There was just me and the clock struck out.
Poor heart, what to do?. Dim the light. There's no respite. For you, for you. . Poor heart, can you see?. Will you beat. A sad retreat for me?. Poor heart.
At night, he sits alone and he's looking at the stars. He listens to them playing guitars. Him and Phil go back a long long way. They talked about marching and dying all in one day.
People love to watch you die. And wonderful to tell. People you have never met. Claim to know you well. People love to watch you die. Dig your dignity.
Yesterday he was walking through the park. On the way back from work it was getting dark. He saw autumn trees with their peeling bark. She was sitting on a bench.
Everything's changed and it's all for the best. And it's all gone according to plan. It's out in the open and now it's all over. Three cheers for every woman and man.
In the real world. All that gold. All that silver prove. Is that the powerful own the truth. With their heckle and jeckyll smiles. Down to nickels and dimes.
Girl, sometimes it seems to me. That I don't say the things I should. To you I act like I'm no good. And you wait for me patiently. This house is not a home without you.
In the seconds between the safety unlocks and the shot. The story is clear of distortions and tears and youll know why. . Were on mulholland drive. Can you survive a look inside?.
From the haunts of daily life. Where is waged the daily strife. Common wants and common cares. Cuts the human heart with tears. . Rise like lions after a slumberin'.
Our way back home, through an endless loop tonight. Does it make sense but we look the same at night. I'm late and I'm driving, I'm late and It s driving me mad.