I've come to my senses. That I've become senseless. I could give you lessons on how to ruin your friendships. Every last conviction, I smoked them all away.
You told me that your 20 years have gone by much too fast. And you've been hoping this year will be better than the last. You said you've been waging a war against the loneliest of nights.
Ive been down wandering past Second Street. And looking at the ghosts of you and me. And thinking back on all those memories. Of how we used to be. . Ive been hearing, I hear those voices.
The cycle circles, stalls then spins. Describes the current state I'm in. It's like I nose dived in a crash. With all my blackouts and scraped hands. .
There's a black cloud over this house. That's been around for 3 years now. There's a thunderstorm inside. And it won't go away. . That's why they call it a union.
There's a black cloud over this house. That's been around for 3 years now. There's a thunderstorm inside. And it won't go away. . That's why they call it a union.
Mother told me, yes, she told me I'd meet girls like you. She also told me, "Stay away, you'll never know what you'll catch". Just the other day. I heard a soldier falling off some Indonesian junk that's going round.
Each time we have a quarrel, it almost breaks my heart. Cause I'm so afraid that we will have to part. Each night I ask the stars up above. Why must I be a teenager in love?.
Summer loving had me a blast. Summer loving happened so fast. I met a girl crazy for me. Met a boy cute as can be. Summer days drifting away to oh oh the summer nights.
Calling all mothers and fathers. Come get your sons and daughters. Right now they're on corners. Finding ways to cure their boredom. I'm Sitting right there with them,.
If I had a scheme for everything. It seems that I'd be more content with it all. If I had it in me to stop my random thoughts. And dumb dreams I could deal with this nonstop spinning world.
I remember that I kind of laughed at the sparks that spread the flames. Over all the ugly memories these past three years have made. Then I waited for the smoke to fill my lungs and suffocate my pain away.
Well, it's Dick's son that has his CD's in neat lines. And a dad that reads every sign and says, "I only drive 62.5". Well, I don't really mind his coordinated closet or his folded clothes.
I always thought of music as more than words and sound. Something more like inspiration, that picks you off the ground. When your down. And I know that music will pull me through.
I might as well just sleep it off. wishful thinking's got my wires crossed (whoa ho). when i am desperate and alone. i know i know i know how low i go.
So it's sunrise. sober eyes. see my room spin around. crowded bars and crumbling town. I'm a mess. a monument. two clenching fists of helplessness. oblivious to all of it.
There was a kid so low, he couldn't stand up. No money, no respect and too much bad luck. Desperation had gotten to him at last. It was dark. . Dark alley and a shot gun blast.
if you had all the facts, all the fictions. if you knew everything about science and all about religion. would you stand by your convictions. would you still make all the right decisions.