Walking along this sidewalk. I begin to ruminate. Because the van across the street recalls of a memory. Of your van and the miles we had. Driving across the world.
It's been a long time since I've heard your voice. Can you hear. Speech equipped to judge. I've said a lot of things. But words don't flow through me.
[Intro]. She Said. Turn me up!. Yeah, I like that.... . [Verse 1]. Uh, she said to "hit me with a text around 10ish". Sorry baby girl, I got a tendency to get jealous.
This is all inside. The words that you never hear. This is not goodbye. I'm leaving that to you. . So temporary. Now it's on your head. If you want to see anything.
The air is freezing. The cold weather's coming. My favorite season. Soon the clouds will cover the sky. But for now when I look up,. I see a world, so beautiful.
Breathe in deep and let me know. Let me know what you've been thinking. Cause you've been screaming out my name and now your. Losing sleep and letting go.
Here's another, drink to cover,. Every word you say.. Fine excuses,. It wasn't you then,. Sorry, my mistake.. . So here comes the part,. Where the stunt double plays..
So sorry son, you're worrying your mother. No explanation's gonna make it seem all right. Young boy, listen to your father. It's more than just your life, it's more than suicide.
Monday morning you woke up crying. The outcome of a stupid line, oh-oh. Said by some punkass on the street. It wasn't me, it wasn't you. It wasn't anybody you knew, is it.
I can pretend for you, that I mean every word said it's true. That I'd probably rather be like a stranger in disguise. And act as if nothing ever... .
Everyday is passing quickly like a bullet train. And time is not impressed with your complaints. Try moving faster just to get ahead of everyone. your misconceived beliefs are killing you faster than anyone.
packing up the pictures in an old shoebox. does it feel as if your taking back the love that made it real?. its so silent i can almost hear you walk,.
When you wait for someone to come trough. I'm sorry to inform you of the news. On your own, you'll stand in line and wait. To let them pick your poison and then decide your fate.
He was a boy, she was a girl. Can I make it anymore obvious?. . He was a punk,she did ballet. What more can I say?. . He wanted her, she'd never tell.
When you were little she sold you out. Out be the ounce the drugs and alcohol was free. Or maybe it was your imagination. Friend of the family but now the foe.
(T. Sly/C. Shiflett/M. Riddle/R. Koff). I read the morning paper, someone had. just died. in big bold letters so it comes as. no surprise. I'm looking at a story 'bout violence, a.
Back in history in the roaring 20's there was a law called prohibition. No one was to drink or make alcohol. Today in the 90's we have a new law. People getting mugged by strung out junkie thugs.
(T. Sly/C. Shiflett/M. Riddle/R. Koff). Sitting in the lazy chair, the channels. look the same. I realize that the roof is stable and start. to feel ashamed.
Father works the late shift. Mother drinks herself to sleep. Brother's outside fielding. With a match and gasoline. . They told her lies and gave her no hope for tomorrow.
"Hello this is Sara Fisher. Please hold on the line". There are so many things I'd like to say. But your busy all the time. . She gives us t-shirts, sends us posters.