do you care. do you try.. do you live.. do you want to die.. hold on brother of mine.. try to see yourself from the inside.. hold on brother of mine..
the plastic on the windows change the atmosphere.. i hear you coming up the stairs.. parking meter violation flags are showing.. the optimistic side of me called off again..
Lipstick cherry red oh baby now you're a mess.. Eyes covered blue and nobody knows you exist.. You can't stand just not knowing.. Twenty-four hours ago you were alright with this..
with her there's no pretending to feel the way i feel. i'd never second guess myself if everything was real. she could keep a secret. she could make the plans.
in a pile of trash on the corner of first and park.. almost as tall as the street light.. we pulled over.. two kids on a black and white dyno.. my mom and dad bought for my birthday..
This is what they call paying your dues.. Don't evey say it, I want nothing from you.. Doing what I can to forget the past.. Just don't think I can quite so fast..
it's hard to see the sun sometimes through these eyes.. it's hard to see the truth sometimes looking through these eyes.. but yet i try.. windowsill world of mine..
In a box under my bed. I've kept them. Safe from all the world. And every one. Wished upon in some way. But that never works out. . Burning bright then burning out.
i can tell by the sound of your voice.. that you probably slept in your clothes again.. and haven't left the house all day.. you're writing in your diary about how things just never seem to work out..
black coffee cup reflection. i've seen this look in my eyes on others peoples faces. that i said i never wanted to be like. there's just too much to live for.
Looking at your dress,. I notice how the patterns change. As the light hits it a certain way. Seeing different shapes of words becoming sentences. Though I still can't make out what they say..
There was a guy, that saw this girl so he looked the other way, just pretended he didn't see her. She seen him standing alone like a desert rose but he knows that she knows, she says "what's a guy like you doing in a place like this?" a place like this. he says "i'm just hangin around all by myself, and i'm doin' okay" but he's lost in....
You woke up in the rusted frame. Of a burned out old DeVille. Your legs are shot and they're flushed with pain. But you can't keep 'em still. . The sun sets and you're afraid.
Me and Valentina went down to the chapel but the gates were shut. I had my vows in my pocket and a gold plated ring for my honey love. We headed down Tropicana to the corner with a late night restaurant.
Well let's say that now's the time to start. Blessed all, the young at heart. She's just here to look the part. In the fruit of all this labour land. Friday nights, football stands.