The trouble with poets is they talk to much.. They tell us how it hurts them,. and it hurts them just a little more.. . We can not tell;. maybe they make that part up!.
Inside the tunnels, the stone tunnels, are the trains. And inside the trains, the steel trains, are the bags of skin. And inside the thin skin are the blood and the bones.
I know my ways are unorthodox, but honey I got too much love. to be settling down or waiting for the one. Im twenty-one and I like to rush in cause darling thats the fun of it.
Here comes the tickle train. next stop is where you lay. cuz I love to see your smiling face. even if its only for the next four days. Well, baby-baby, I cant call you baby.
Feel the way I feel, a taste of what's real. You'd wish you could fly away. It always seems to ease the sweet ol' kiss of nicotine. Sunday, I'll quit smoking.
Watching my favorite reality show. Waiting for the commercial to get another Diet Pepsi. I got 5 minutes between two programs, so I'm already wearing my coat.
Well, you walk in time. A counter-clockwise clock. And you beat it in rhyme. Rhymes in stock. Maybe he's been. Maybe he's there. Maybe he swims in a fountain square.
I go upon my way to work my. will, I have made. matter and motion for my mir-. ror, I have decreed. for my delight that nothingness. should figure itself.
I wasnt looking for a lover, just a friend to hang around. I wasnt planning for the future just trying to make it through the day. I was crying at the chapel and you knew just what that meant.
Id been lying down here and wondering why. There was a big giant space ship in the sky. And what theyd want from little me. They beamed me up and I said hi,.
Did she come around in the early morning. Did she dig way down in the well of you. Oh I come around in the early morning. But I dont even know if someones there with you.
I met Mr Fire, he gave me two good reasons to burn. I met Mr Teacher, he gave my questions one more turn. And I met Mr Frequent Flyer and he gave me some extra points.
I might comb my hair in different lines. And I might wear some different clothes sometimes. I might not always look the same as then. But Ill still be singing the same old good songs again and again.
Well, I climbed the seven summits and I swam the seven seas. But the road I must travel, it's end I cannot see. Well, I fought in the jungles and I fought in the streets.
On the side of the dirt road, an old Chevy wreck. I climbed through the window, I sat in the back. I gathered my thoughts with my head in my hands. My next of kin, my list of demands.
Never listened to the pain. Never listened to fortune or fame. Never listened to eagle or dove. Never listened to anger or love. But I listen to the dark clouds above.
This is all wrong. I've washed all of my clothes and now your smell is gone and all that ever was and ever will be of our love. Well I say let it rain. It hits the window darling but brings the pain. There's nothing better for your sweet sweet slumber like rollin' thunder..
Summertime is cold enough, the winters gotten warm. And you're the only one that's come along, and made me trip over my tongue. You're everything I'll ever need, exactly what I want. It's taken me an entire year to write you this small song. My tongue don't always help what's in come out. The songs won't ever let you down..
She's too old for the playground. She's too young for the graveyard. She's too wise for me to tell her I've got plans. She loves my CD collection. She's always on to the next one.