We spend the moments of our lives waiting for one to arise.. Remember where the time goes?. We hold on to these moments until the moment that we die..
You were in white. I was in gray. I was doing circles at the foot of your golden mane. You were making speeches. You were naming names. Somewhere in your eye I think I see the flicker.
Don't forget to waste your blood and mix it with your tears now.. Don't forget to waste your love inside me to crawl out.. I know it's here inside.. .
I'm gonna lie. No one's home. I'm gonna try. To be alone. I don't want you messing with my family stone. Maybe I'm shy. Maybe I'm wild. My best disguise.
I think I missed you in the elevator. I think I missed you when I shot too high. Just like the bullet in the temple, baby. I really miss your eyes. . I know I missed you in Andalusia.
Any last requests before I go. Time is fading fast and feeling slow. Hit me when I start to dream. When I whisper maybe close the screen. . I'm not asking for opinions.
Mama I don't want to run away. You know that I could never stay. If this letter never reaches home. I wave goodbye to you and mei mei. You know the placards and the common way.
Rule one, is hang up your phone,. because if you knew what's next, you'd never chase another dream again.. All you wanted was an answer, not just to suffer..
Just a little thought in the head of the one. With the sunburnt cheeks and the eyes to the ground. Making earwaxed tongue-tied gutter sounds. . Thinking of the lost rib, dialing the indelible.
So I'm looking at this bottle, and this bottle, it speaks to me.. It says get off the fucking train, so I jumped down.. These metaphors are for assholes, and I'm not different..
Little sister Judy says, "Whoa baby whoa What about my reputation?". She cracks a smile turns on the radio. It's the Zombies singing you make me feel so good.
i came to my senses in this parking lot.. i've found my arrogance a detriment to my heart.. i had this feeling that you're cold, and this raging fire..
It's been years since I sold my soul.. What a life: no advice and no guidance.. Worked through the weekend at my bullshit job. with the pumps and the mops and the tire irons..
They've got you, where they want you. Nothing's ever gonna satisfy you. You think, they'll never buy you. They're doling out affection. Just like a confection.
Si nuestro amor se fue, de los dos hace tiempo. con el yo comprendi lo que es llorar, lo que es reir. y estar sintiendo.. . Contigo yo vivi la soledad y el tiempo.
Booker T is playing on the radio. Jimmy Dean he plays on my mind. Someday soon I'm gonna' wipe your filthy boots. When I expose you. You Philistine, your Philistine eyes.
There's a waiting list to the bottom, under you.. Ex-husbands, romantics and perverts and masochists.. I'm gonna be there too.. Where's the stop where the train's gonna hit me?.