I wake up and every single day. people make me sick and get in my way(???). So you take a load off and you smoke a little pot,. I drink more 'tussin and drink alcohol a lot.
Here you are.. Taking your life for granted while. dreaming of your enchanted isle.. Sit back and dream awhile...awhile.. . Hey hey hey there's gonna be a storm..
It's twelve o'clock. And I haven't had my coffee yet. I know she's here. Across the hallway, with a face I can't forget. She moved in. About a month ago, I passed her on the stairs.
She used to tell me stories of bridges over waters. And when I finally arrive. I begin to fall asleep. Drown myself in petty prayers. San Francisco lost its charm.
Written by leah andreone, bob marlette, and john lowery. I could make some music touching you. Give me some kind of chance. What the hell am I to do. .
Get down, 'cuz down's okay. I gotta get that somethin' they had back in the day. Let go for good funk's sake. Take another hit can you make me shake?.
With a light of this match. I could burn this place to the ground. then fire engines'd scream down. crowded streets onto the scene. and then I'd make it rain numb myself.
Take me out to the ballgame. Throw me down on the ground.. Buy me some panties and camoflauge.. Run me down with a rusty old dodge and let's root for good old America..
the sway and swell. flee with her motion. red-gold across my arms. the vicious strokes i painted. a river fills your heart. i'm sorry if i let you down.
i never want to see you. in the raw and searing flesh. i don't ever want to hear you. singing softly to the dead. i never want to feel your skin. running warm along my side.
a million times a day. i try to fail or fail to try. it's an easy way to live. it's a lifeless way to die. i used to hear. "son, you've got a lot to learn".
Over stars and gutters. What a great time we all had. Drinking all our futures down the drain. There's no sense in regret. The times we'll never see again.
The cistern burns. with the sisters who learn. that certainty burns with a fist. the cyst of this growth is a hope. (against hope). that I loathe, and steel my self to resist..
I think you could help me. Get back to the world. Im spinning out of control. Help me. Im drifting alone. Im sinking. I need you to hold. Id do anything to hear you say.
Thought love had come my way. When I saw you face to face. When you looked at me that way. In coven garden that day. . What did I do wrong to make you doubt me.
White lips, pale face. Breathing in snowflakes. Burnt lungs, sour taste. Light's gone, day's end. Struggling to pay rent. Long nights, strange men. . And they say.