So don't turn your back on this. If all is lost then how did we find love?. And we could go back to the way it was. And sacrifice the way it could be, we could fall apart.
She said, "I think it's time for winter. And the trains are all here". I think, I smell a change in seasons. I think the time for change is near. . You say that we have no feelings.
You amount to nothing. You are nothing. Do something. That's what she says. . Please something. . It's another rainy day. Life is gone and I don't care.
Crawl to the window. Whisper to me if it snowed. We? ll plot to murder each other. And I'll be your alibi.. . Bind me with wire. Tell me your favorite vice.
If you lead the way. I will follow. Although it's not the way. I would go. . They said don't take it. Well, I won't. They said don't fake it. Well, I won't.
another monday morning,. a pot of coffee.. (you never throw a change-up.). God bless the good caffeine. as the one accepted demon. you're never letting go of....
There's this friend of mine. Been doing time with the same girlfriend. That he's had for far too many of his days. . It seems with each passing second.
I met myself at my own graveside. . I remember looking tired. . But somehow I convinced myself. . That one of us had died. So I asked me then what I would have.
I don't need your consultation - I just need some time alone. To vend my frustrations - So please stay off my phone. And don't bother me tonight - I think I wanna go on home.
We could still wait to see what happens. But judging by the state of things. Nowhere is peace in surplus, God knows.. I don't think that I can watch the news..
Take my head out of my hands. We'll never go through this again. I couldn't do it without my friends. Get it out of me. . And I won't. I won't. Swear it.
"I fear I can't go on", she said. "I think I would be better dead". She knelt, she cried and I held her head. I thought I knew what she was feelin'. .
If I woke up one morning with my memory gone. I'd pick out some clothes and I'd put 'em on. And I'd walk down the street, and find a cafe. And I'd order a Guinness, and I'd sit there all day.
Everything just right, sugar and old spice. Under the thumb for the last time now. He exits his old cell. There's a priest casting old spells. . Then he takes the walk.
Souls suffer the landscape. In shrouds of dew, as ghosts. The eternity is for searching. But a certain dissension grows. . I've seen them wander. Voices raised in prayer.
Did they punish you. did they say they would live without you. did it tear you up inside. . did they free the ones you love. did they rise above. did you feel a certain something inside.
yo listen up here's a story. about a little guy that lives in a blue world. and all day and all night and everything he sees. is just blue like him inside and outside.
listening, listening. and every hand is framed. that gang of hours. still call themselves a day.. call it shades and subtleties,. enraged, grey generalities, whatever.
Don't let go. Stay with me. We'll take it slow 'til you're on your feet. . I saw you looking at him. Did you let yourself go. You threw yourself into my arms and I heard you hum.