It seems I can't explain it all. All the reasons gone. And I just can't seem to shake what. I've always been brought up on. And well, it's hard to say and it's hard to explain.
Ideals are like opinions and beliefs just like tradition. Sometimes both are not enough. Faded stickers and crumpled flyers They've become the reminder.
Well I. Really don't know. If it matters at all so,. But we try to keep our prices low. For records and our shows. But is that enough,. Or is it that we're not punk enough,.
He's just like anyone. He's just like anybody. He's just like Frank. And I know it. And he knows it. It's his one sided point of view. I know it when he says it's.
looking down the barrel of a gun. all the drinks are free and your x is gone. another day in the sun has got you all fucked up. watch out this is gonna be good.
Jen thinks it isn't fair. That I don't really care. If she likes me or not. Jen doesn't like to settle. Until she makes me feel like Howie Reynolds. She thinks that I'm all that I've got.
Rescue me from boring times. It's a story I know, line by line. Different deep on the inside. Isn't different if you have to try?. Have to try?. . I'm borderline, day after day.
When all the things that you've been thinking. Has you so confused and so unglued. Your head is spinning. Well we've all felt the same inside. I've been on that ledge countless times.
I was sleeping and right in the middle of a good dream. Like all at once I wake up from something that keeps knocking at my brain. Before I go insane I hold my pillow to my head.
When I wake up, yeah, I know I'm gonna be. I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you. And when I go out, yeah, I know I'm gonna be. I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you.
I was sleeping and right in the middle of a good dream. Like all at once I wake up from something that keeps knocking at my brain. Before I go insane I hold my pillow to my head.
Guess mine is not the first heart broken. My eyes are not the first to cry. I'm not the first to know there's. Just no getting over you. . You know I'm just a fool who's willing.
Friday night on coke with a crow bar,. left at two in the back of Doug's car,. without a plan and being fucked up,. looking' to get something for ourselves..
And just outside I can hear the. Sounds of the early morning. Street becoming way too loud and. The hum of the engines of the. Cars on the street.. . And with this cigarette that I just lit as I pass.
Just talked to this. Girl who used to live. On my street. . After all these years. You're here and you remember me.. . She said her old boyfriend packed up.
I have this feeling inside. That I wouldn't like me if I met me. It seems like a losing fight. If you could see it through my eyes, then you'd believe me.
Happyman smiles almost every single day. Too numb to notice that he's walking in a haze. He's pushed himself here and doesn't know what to do. Choked by the clock and he doesn't know what to do.
For over half her life she's worked from five to five,. crossing T's dotting I's, the neon lights can't hide that she's lost her shine.. . She said the mornings always taste like turpentine,.