I wish you could see me crying like a baby. Grieving not believing he's on a machine keeping him breathing. He aint leaving hell naw he's staying right here.
I fight the night. To be alone has never frightened me. Behind the light. The shadow of your memory. . Oh, who are you to turn the knife. I am not your sacrifice.
Know what I'm saying, Big Haystak. Street Flavor Records, bitch, represent. I remember when I was young. All my people told me I could. Be anything I wanted to be when I grew up.
Shooting stars and whiskey bottles. All scattered across the yard. I'd a stayed back home in Houston. If I'd known it be this hard. . Oh, but as it is I'm busted.
I drink too much and I smoke too much. I laugh at all my own jokes too much. I'm hard to tell and soft to touch. And easy at sayin' goodbye. . I broke your heart, a thousand times.
Well, I'm wild as a turkey, higher than a Christmas moon Empty as my wallet on a Sunday afternoon I come around too fast and I always leave too soon Ain't that what they all say? I come down from Memphis with a broken down Corvette A suitcase full of memories and a face you won't forget You say, "You'll never love me but the night ain't over yet.".
It rained. I went outside. Lay down in the middle of the road. Closed tight my eyes wondering just how it would feel. To fly when I die and I. . Slowly drifted out.
If you look really close there's a rip in the sky and you. Can see the universe/. Spinning round like a pin in your hand. . Dip your fingers in paint/ go and skip up the street/ just try.
I like what you say and what you do. I like the way you follow thru. and I know that I should speak up now. and tell you I've still got some doubts but.
Pillow's soft, covers warm. and it's getting easier. not to wake you up. . don't you know that I know. all of the reasons that you have got to go. . and I've been trying to save you.
On a date with sharon tate. I'm gonna pick her up in my new crate. Well we go to the movies we go to a drag. The highway patrol puts us both in a bag.
He lives in his imagination, with those friends of his very own. He doesn't get along with the outside world, he'd rather be alone. Sometimes, when it's late at night, he starts to wonder why.
I was talking. When I should have been listening. I didn't hear a word that anyone said. It might not have been so very important. 'cause I was concerned about instead.
My friend, my friend, you are traveling. Some of your secrets are unraveling. Ooh, some other pictures are coming into view. I see the water washing over you.
You don't buy me flowers. You don't buy me drinks. You don't drive me anywhere. But totally insane. . We used to talk for hours. Until the night was through.
I wake up beside you, in mom's car. I try to get you out. You're strapped to the backseat. I am too. . The car is rolling down to water. Why are we strapped to our seats.
It was a Tuesday morn in November. I slept at your house the night before. We couldn't wait to get up to go for. A big breakfast in an old fashioned diner.
In the land were everything is wasted. There's a kingdom drifted by the flood of hopeless. Let the godless take the crimson stone. Let the godless grasp into the ground.
With all the feelings so high. I'm losing, losing my mind. But our love, I'll come and find you. . Keep all the reasons inside. I'm wasting, wasting my time.
To love. A world worth leaving. After all these years. Have we all just given up. Did tired minds get the best of us. . To leave. A world worth loving.