Shape is still. Asleep. With the toys. As tall as men. The pictures in the hallway. Turning inside. Whispers. Unseen. Jumping against the sky. Slipping away.
Let me forget, let me forget. Or let me go, let me go. I'll keep it quiet as a whisper. I'll keep it low, low, low. Low, low, low low, low. . Never the biggest word I ever heard.
I don't think I ever know. If I ever really want it. Could be why I'm never sure. If I ever really got it. And I guess it's maybe easier. Not to think too much about it....
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It was only yesterday. Waving arms across the street. Your white face left me blue. How can I say all the things. I have to say to you. Oh all the people here.
High up on this mountain. The whole world looks so small. And all the rivers. Run away. Slipping in your deep green heart. I drink you as I swim. And I'm sliding.
"Sleep when I'm dead, you angels. I'll sleep when I'm dead" I said. "Sleep when I'm dead you angels. I'll sleep when I'm dead" I said. "Sleep when I'm dead, you angels.
It could've been her golden hair. That turned my head. I didn't look to stare. Like I was hypnotized. But I was fixed. On how she pointed slowly down.
This is stranger than I thought. Six different ways inside my heart. And every one I'll keep tonight. Six different ways go deep inside. . I'll tell them anything at all.
I chose an eternity of this. Like falling angels. The world disappeared. Laughing into the fire. Is it always like this?. Flesh and blood and the first kiss.
I am slowing down. As the years go by. I am sinking. . So I trick myself. Like everybody else. . The secrets I hide. Twist me inside. They make me weaker.
You're just a waste of time. You're just a babbling face. You're just three sick holes that run like sores. You're a fucking waste. You're like a slug on the floor.
Run around the chairs in your sunday dress. It's the best thing money can buy. or leave me on the stairs with my feet in the air. I think that I'm Jazzy like Christ.
Ha ha ha!. Wake up in the dark. The aftertaste of anger in the back of my mouth. Spit it on the wall. And cough some more. And scrape my skin with razor blades.
(la la la la la la la...). I stopped the car. . The other day. I had to ask a little. Girl the way. I thought she'd show me. Better if she got inside.
Time slips away. And the light begins to fade. And everything is quiet now. Feeling is gone. And the picture disappears. And everything is cold now. The dream had to end.
Secrets. Share with another girl. Talking all night in a room. . All night. Everything slowing down. I wish I was yours. . Strangers. Nobody knows we love.
When you screw up your eyes. When you screw up your face. When you throw out your arms. And keep changing your shape. Taste the taste in your mouth. Taste the taste on your tongue.
10.15 on a Saturday night. And the tap drips. Under the strip light. . And I'm sitting. In the kitchen sink. And the tap drips. Drip, drip, drip. . Waiting for the.
You know those things I said. All those things that made you cry. I didn't really mean that stuff. I didn't really mean that stuff. All I ever really mean.