now that i know what i'd hoped had to. be in mind was true and refused (and just. in time), do you wonder why? it seems. i let up with the dents of a near-collision..
He's got one hand on the steering wheel. The other's playing in the wind. And he turns up that song he used to love. But was always embarrassed to admit.
Two lovers are havin' their fight again. They're tired of sayin' goodbye. Standin' on the beach side. Listenin' to the feet of the passers. On the sidewalk there.
There was a kid named Jim. he always had a big old grin. he was the biggest bully on the block. he combed his hair just right. always looking for a fight.
Workaholic, what it be?. Heard you're working eleven days a week. I used to know just where you're coming from. I used to know but with that I'm done.
I'm a lot like my dad. I would have to say. He's been wearing a beard ever since mum passed away. She would'a hated it. Inspiring, he likes to go to church.
My dear so and so is very far away.. The stone in your stomach, there's no way to start the day.. I pray to the waves, and utter my wishes,. I'd rather have spirals and butterfly kisses..
Standin' on the side of the road with a long shadow and suitcases,. going nowhere, and I don't care, I'm a grown man.. Hold my own hand, kickin' my own ass for cryin',.
Two lovers are having their fight again. they're tired of saying goodbye. standing on the beachside. listening to the feet of the passers. on the sidewalk there.
workaholic, what it be?. heard, you're workin' eleven days a week. i used to know just where you're coming from. i used to know but with that i'm done.
I was on my way to Daytona, I had my race gear in my pack,. When a stranger pulled up beside me in a stock car, painted black.. He was dressed like a NASCAR driver, moustache with mirrored eyes..
Destroy our future. Each breath last. Now the final dye is cast. . From within destroy and ruin. Guaranteed to seal our doom. The truth we choose to never face.