Put all the past in a box and seal it with shrink wrap. Send it away to a place you'll never go. Smash all the glass that is keeping you trapped in a bottle.
I saw you hanging on Saturday night. You didn't even know I was there. Holding her hand in the parking lot. I know I shouldn't care. . I wanna feel loved for a minute.
Selective memory conveniently drops by. when youre up in the club and some girls caught your eye. what you dont think i hear rumors?. My friends dont have eyes?.
You held me up when I was down. Said everything without a sound. Yeah, you're beautiful. Now you fill me up like a ghost. . When you're far away, you're always close.
Stuck in the world, no longer turning. Always the girl, waiting for something. Too many days walking around sleeping. Open my eyes, I'm tired of dreaming.
You wouldn't know it, but I got what I deserve,. I'm heading to steeltown before I lose my nerve. We'll find a big old house with too many floors. And ghosts for every story that we never told before,.
I'm sending you smoke signals. Through the fog and the haze. I'm hoping that you'll notice. And differentiate. Between my nicotine clouds. And the others floating about.
Crouched down on a rooftop. In my mother's high-heeled shoes. I'm wondering if I will drop. Fly away with you. . I can smell the rain coming. But I won't leave until it falls.
Pretty blue. On my way. Smoke a hundred cigarettes. Charm the gas station boy. Buy you a pack of Nicorette. I'm your missionary. Your guru. I'm your god.
Shots rang out. Valentine's Day. Fragrant remnants of a strewn bouquet. A lovers' bloody quarrel. Sweet chocolates gone to waste. He took the petty cash.
Passenger number 24. Got a bag of cocaine, cut my hair short. Gonna fill it up with diesel, American scum. Left a girl in Amarillo 'bout as sweet as rum.
Morning came with such a jolt. That I forgot my soul at home. This pick-me-up, stale coffee cup. Is filling up my insides, though. And here I sit on subway stains.
These things I say. Come spinning out of my mouth. Like they've lost their way. And there's no doubt about it. You heard me,. I shouted,. I think you'd prefered it.
Who keeps track of things like that?. Well, I do. You better make me happy. Or I'll be howling at the moon. . It's all fun and games. Till I'm feeling blue.
There's a place in the back of the stall. Where the plaster's so thin there's a crack in the wall. And if you bend to the ground. And squint really well.
I got rubber band. The pitch fork stick. I got stone the size of my fathers fist. I got a mean dog with a bone to pick. Glenrio. Got me seeing red. . I got the ugly girls playing hard to get.
Early in the morning, factory whistle blows. Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes. Man takes his lunch, steps out in the morning light. The working, the working, just the working life.
Oh, you make my spring. And winter's such a mean old thing. When it's cold. And I freeze. While the birds and the bees. Chase the golden sun in the breeze.
I sing a song of long ago. When things were green and movin' slow. People'd stop to say hello. Or they'd say hi to you. . "Would you like to come over for tea.
I am water. I am pure. I am fluid and obscure in my travels. I evaporate and swell. Fall so delicately from you. A blue farewell. . Then I fell into his arms.