Claire Monet I heard someone say. It's been so long since the last time I heard her name. I learned a lot from her. Yeah she was singular. Then one day she got married.
Standing by myself on the sidewalk. Nothing in this world could make me talk. I'm nailed to this floor where there is no air. Alone I see myself and stare.
Cindy's on methadone she's through with the syringe Cindy's on methadone. she's off on heroin Cindy's on methadone we're glad to have her home She. slept in vomit no she sleep on methadone but she stopped ripping off her.
Gone so long and feeling so let down. Seems as though I'm living underground. . There's something about today, I can't explain. . Walked on burning bridges so I said.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, well, well, well. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, well, well, well. . Sitting here, nothin' to do. Sitting here, thinking only of you.
Smoke rings drift in the wind. Looks like they're never coming back again. A sideways street till we reach the end. Wishing all the while that I'd never been here.
Celena looks at me and asks me if i know whats on tv. and now she wants to know what's wrong with me. and why I always have to be so me. Celena wants to know: why i never seem to want to go.
She senses the presence of the smallest motion. Wasted like a sad devotion. Turns her glance at where I stand. She knows that the time is this. A sweet invader that could never miss.
I am cat-like. I can prowl and pounce all night. I am cat-like. I can climb to any height. . But when I finally reach the top. And realize I can't get down.
Can't get back, can't remind you. We're closer now than I would want to be. They think it's easy if you just imagine. Before the dust will trip you up again.
I know that they're inside me. Waiting to multiply. And I want them out of there. I've got a butcher knife. I'll keep cutting 'til I find them. 'Cause I want them out of there.
The hour is ending, can't you see. There is no way now, to get free. In the shadow of the season. Without a reason, to carry on. . Without a reason, without a reason.
Always fond of girls who were just a little crazy. Always fondling which may be the fun of me. Always fond of girls with the hopeless hang-ups. I'm getting sick of it and I just can't take it.
Moving slowly in the morning light. Waiting for you to come along. Understand it's time for a change. Now I know I've got nothing to say. Looking through me like there's no one there.
Come down with me. I've got a time machine held between my fingers. Knowing now your head is loaded. So heavy as the smoke still lingers. Restless lights creeping in.
california sucks california sucks it's worse than old. new york filled with scum + wealthy worms + stupid. surfing dorks hot tubs and ja'causezi's and swaying green.
Well call the doctor quick baby. I think I'm going insane. I get the feeling that maybe. I'll be dying today. Pictures in my mind. Seem so hard to find.
I walk by your house while you're laying in bed. Thoughts of rescuing you, race through my head. I'd rip my heart out of my chest and hold it for you to inspect.
Action in the ways I see today. Hold me back into the world where I can stay. Go away so I can see you in my eye. The world is a panic lost in time. .