I went drivin' today. Couldn't help but think of how. You're with somebody else. And now you've got a child. . It's been a few years. Since I saw you last.
What do you think they would say. If I stood up and I walked away. Nobody here really understands me. And so I'll wave goodbye I'm fine. And I'm fine.
Doesn't anybody feel that all these killers should be killed. And all these healers should be healed so all these beggars can be filled. And now tell me why am I to lie if I'm holding firm and feel the right.
Said all these people, they won't leave me alone. And we need little time to ourselves. And half the reasons why, I'm sketching all the time. The result of a life in hell, but oh well, I think it's time.
Three is a magic number. Ya it is, it's a magic number. Somewhere in that ancient mystic trinity. You'll get three. As a magic number. The past, the present, the future,.
Snow flakes rolling over my ear. Goose bumping liver. If I'm hungry at 4:30 in the morning. Pink dot will deliver. . And I'm oh so tired of you. Pushing that thorny crown.
Out here in nothin' engulfed by the sea. And there's no one here 'cept these fishes and me. I think I could die here. . Then I'm hit, leveled hard by the rising tide.
How've they dared to be. Such miguided creatures. How've they dared to be. Of such evil nature. . Spiral up to doors all sealed. No turning back. Red door to Discordia.
Should I take it?. . The knowledge is deep. Inside him. Nobody, nobody knows it. Burns his conscience. Frightened every day. . He had the best performance.
The chase has ended. At the very beginning. . cannot run away from the plain pain. cannot fly away with an airplane. cannot get away from the migraine.
You should see me on a Saturday night. With tubes screaming and guits on fire. We all look pretty different with the lights out. You should ve seen me on the second floor,.
I've got trust issues. Is what she said. Somethings lost. Is it all in your head. Careless moment. Random display. I tied to kiss her. But she turned her head away.
Boxed up emotion. Need a little head room. Old Soul told me. We're all walking in line. Feeling tucked away. A dusty family heirloom. This place is like rehab.
Her world bounces up and down. Like a girl on a trampoline. Her dark hair shining. Like a preacher on Sunday. Her breathe smells like tangerines. Her nose is peppered by the sunlight.
Welcome to this sane asylum. You'll never leave if you keep tryin'. There's no treatment. There's no cure. You can be quite certain. But never really sure.
I know you've heard the excuses before. So I won't waste your time and I'll keep this short. I've bound my emotions 'cause I can't afford to be wrong.
See the outline of the frames. Of where the pictures used to be. Closets full of clothes are empty. Now this mess belongs to me. . Leaving me room for all the baggage.
I don't know what I was thinking when I seen her. I just had to find a way I could meet her. 'Cause I've been dying for the chance just to treat her. Like the ripe little peach she is.
I don't know what I was thinking when I've seen her. I just had to find a way I could meet her. 'Cause I've been dying for the chance just to treat her.
I've got the western stars to guide me. Dixie Sweet and low all night low. I can hear those fiddles high above me. A woman smiles as I sing my song. I've stood in line I've earned my keep.