I lost my membership card. To the human race. So don't forget the face. 'Cause I know that I do belong here. . Go down the checklist let's see. Feelings are good.
Head to toe rayon, don't light a match. We were good and we're starting from scratch. Going to a place that never existed. And probably never will, yeah.
Well I. I am a time bomb and I. I lay forgotten at the bottom of your heart.. Im fine. Ticking away the hours to blow your world apart. . I. I am a poison and I.
And when they tell you that you don't know what you're doing now. And when they tell you that you're not the one to live your life. And when they tell you that they think that you're just marking time.
I saw the morning lights. so lover you're the one that pulled the trigger. ain't that a thing?. well this is red alert. and I don't mind saying I'm scared.
There are times when you will not like the sound of my voice. there are days when a warm look from a strange face will make me forget my name. there'll be nights when you wonder where the party's at now.
Everybody here is a freak, And if you disagree you're even weirder. The world should disinherit the meek,. So let's go for broke and arm the geeks. authority ...It's what we allow,.
No one means what they say. And you can tell as clear as deep-sea fish. All internal organs and glowing eyes. I've been good, I've been busy. I've realized my friend's true intentions.
Pop open a bottle of bubbly...yeah.. Here's to another goddamn new year.. And outside, 2 million drunk Bostonians. Are getting ready to sing "Auld Lang Sine"...out of tune..
As kisses go, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary.. The alkaline lips, Her. fingers wrapped around my belt...She had to go, She took a step back in and.
In early '95, well, we got the dough so we could diversify. Had a lot of money up in bioweapons which has low liquidity. Sold a lot of Krugerrands and rubles to a bunch of really weird Swiss guys.
Now I notice the streetlamp's hum. The ghosts of graffiti they couldn't quite erase. The blank-faced stares on the subway. As the people go home. The parks lay empty like my unmade bed.
Fourteen feet tall, and glassy and pale, and covered in soot. I don't know who he was or what he was, the question was moot. I laid in bed, too scared to speak, and watched him watch me.
I've seen the world's most beautiful women undress in ordinary solitude. I've fallen asleep in shift of distant satin. I've watched the rich risk it all for.
The only thing worse than bad memories. Is no memories at all. From the age of 20 to 22 I had five friends. None of whose names I can recall. And as I would walk down K Street to some temping job.
Do do do do do... Do do do do do... Do do do do do... Do do do do do, no no.... Soon to be ex-Quaker A cat without its paws A bee without its stinger Fighting nature¹s laws Soon to be ex-Quaker And that¹s just how it goes.
people ask how i've been doin since i lost you. i say "i'm fine.". i just say that i still feel like, oh, you're with me. they smile, i speak. they don't know what i got waitin' when i get home.
There is no heaven and there is no hell. No limbo in-between -- I think it's all a lie. Just a white light out to velvet black. and back to neutral gray -- that's all when we die.
Secret Curse. anonymous hex on flavorless food and terrible sex. a day of no rhythm a night of no rest. and I do not know what sin I have not confessed.
I pull my collar down low. To show my sucking chest wound. The taste of apple and tin. On a hot spring afternoon. A child screams in midair. A diving board springs to place.