Those books you've read in your youth. Like holidays at home. Continue to remind you of who you were. And who you are. . Some pages bent. The spines are creased and worn.
could you love someone enough. after all you've had and you've lost?. it's a simple question. I'm only asking 'cause I don't want to die alone. . could you love someone completely?.
Well tell me again what you were thinking. When you got that bruise tattoo. Forever black and blue. And you won't say, like you don't say. Anything anyone can hold you to.
Tell me again what you were thinking when. (When you were). You got that bruise tattooed, forever black and blue. You won't say, like you don't say, anything.
As your lover. I have my doubts. But you kiss your mother. With that mouth. . You put it on me. Up and down me. We had a good time. Crossin' those lines.
Dont take what I say to bed with you. And dont get used to that which I do. Youll only feel used in the end. . Dont weigh in your heavy head. Those words that I havent said.
Skin and bones, blood and teeth. Well this is essentially, who we are. Hair and clothes, the company we keep. Well this is regrettably, who we are to others.
You put on your raincoat. 'Cause it looks like it just might today. And you grab your keys. And you're out the door before you know where you're going.
You put on your raincoat. Cause it looks like it just might today. You grab your keys, youre out the door. Before you know where youre going. . If blame, as they say, is for God and little kids.
Put your faith in me my friends. That one day I'll find a way. To give all the things that you've given to me back. . Well, put your foot down my brother.
Long night, last call. Bloodshot eyes from some drinks too tall. I breathe in deep and I swear to God. I'll die if I go home alone tonight. . I raise my head slow.
I'm made up of instincts. None of which are too keen. But I get by with these high cheek bones. Little faith in people for a higher being. . I'm a man with desires.
I've a picture of you, a Parisian street. Early morning, late spring. I know what you were thinking. . You were taking a break from life. You were traveling light.
One of these days I'll make some money. And buy myself those things that I want. Acrylic paints, acoustic guitar strings. A new bicycle seat. I might ride over to your house each night.
I dont know what youre lookin' for. But I do know that you wont find it at the rainbow. So you might as well stay home. . I dont care what youre looking for.
Go on, get out of here. You've got everything you've been came for. Warm arms, a warm bed to fall into. When you can't get what you did out of your head.
Well leave at dusk with only that which we can carry. Whatevers left gets burned or buried. for if by chance we return. Well leave a note. To Whom It May Concern:.
Let's just forget, everything said. Everything we did. Best friends, better halves. Goodbyes and the other night. When we realized. . We were falling out of love.
You go and I'll stay. Why would I put clothes on to see. Some guy you like more than me?. But you should go and I'll be okay. . I promised myself. I'd finally start that book I've been meaning to read.