An Old Sunday. -------------. Atticus of an old Sunday. When you past me sitting on the step. On the porch, waiting for thunder. And all of you came by like a parade.
Now I want the sun,. to swing my feet, Washington Harbor.. Dogs may come around. and they won't care that I'm a stranger.. Oh, it's over.. Oh, it's over, all the weather.
There are the days I cannot know. or understand,. a piano in a moving van, way behind. at the light.. . And a wave is rolling over. a wave is moving over.
You've got your roots in the streets - stretch almost four weeks deep.. Straight out of mayberry to claim these city streets.. You've got your nike's, your new-found families..
things are here, and you're over there. and in between: land, sea, everything. i hope you're warm, and i hope you think of me,. and the way things used to be..
we fought. we fought hard.. you beat me - ripped out my heart.. and waiting for death i bleed and bleed and bleed..
i suggest you only ever tell lies.. because once you tell the truth they'll break your heart.. don't ever look them in the eyes.. because those eyes are gonna rip your heart apart..
for em. reflection of scars. cold. i am no comfort. can't think. everything is lost. we're wasting so much time. when lives are on the line. all i want to do is cry.
it's clear, my dear, we're dead or almost there.. This drink could be the last for you and me.. Don't swallow..
the sun is shining on me, finally. finally.. and you walk so gracefully.. why don't you walk with me?. things are turning green and changing,. and it smells sweet. birds have come from out at sea,.
was further out than you thought. wind-swept and current-caught.. not knee-deep, but out to sea.. slipped off the boat that we bought.. water, water everywhere, but nowhere a drop to drink..
crawled out the window on the fourteenth floor.. said, "i don't know," then didn't say anymore.. she used the window instead of the door.. now I'm alone up on the fourteenth floor..
from up here the pacific looks like fire and things to come.. i'm a steel rocket; i am a human bomb.. they say we'll be gods..thunder, divine.. but surely we'll only be history--literal and poignative;.
oh! she looks trodden upon in the most prettiest way,. in the most funniest gray.. red, red hair. faded red underwear.. is it red under there? is it red under there?.
i can survive, but i don't know if i want to.. turn off the machines. i've sprung a thousand leaks.. i can feel everything. listen.. get your fingers out from under my skin..
someday i'll show you around a monster-free tokyo,. and out footsteps will be light.. the future will be bright..
i'm gonna shout until i'm hoarse,. drink until i can't see, laugh until i can't breathe,. up here we'll be taller than the city.. Shout at the night, raise a fist to life,.
Under a red sky, I told her, "I want to die.". And how I cry with no concrete reason why. and have bad dreams every night, or every other night.. . I feel sickly, like I am lost at sea..
how's your bell-curve?. mine's right-skewed average low. very low.. and the river - she has grown very high.. fell from the sky.. and i'm wasted on cancer and bible school - not like you..
Fucked and so lonely. Waiting for you to realize where we've gone wrong. Fuck you, this song I made for you. And you know you don't deserve it don't you?.