It's frivolous, it's pointless,. I'm waiting here in line.. I'd buy a cup of coffee. But I just wanna kill some time.. I'm watching you,. Now, I'm staring at you..
Marble stairs in this cathedral. Built by these hands five hundred years before. We will make good men better. We will make good men better. . Draw the right hand across the neck.
Last night I had a dream that we went to Disneyland,. Went on all the rides, didn't have to wait in line.. I drove you to your house where we stared up at the stars.
I can wait for hours. I can watch you from behind. you can go but I will be waiting until you will come around. no one else to trust and there is nothing we can't do.
Postcards on the floor. But this pen can't write lonliness no more.. Waking up all alone. On the opposite side of the coast.. . I'm commited to insecurity and you..
Sometimes I sit and think about yesterday.... Of all those simple words that I didn't even say.. I just sit back and wonder why... (wonder why...). ...everything is just bought and sold,.
Meet me at midnight. At the broadcast tower. High above the Hollywood sign. You bring your guitar and I'll bring my radio, radio. . Everyone will come from miles around.
And now I've got a big question mark above my head.. I am one step behind the big fall,. before packing up and leaving I'm stuck in a junction with 24 ways,.
You should've heard me sobbing. Outside your home that night. Got in the bed and stayed there. For days I just laid there. . Having been perimently changed.
Won't be another statistic, won't be a minority. I'll achieve every goal I have there's not a thing I can't be. Just as long as I am happy that's all that matters to me, to me.
Do you know what its like. To live somewhere that sucks?. And everyone tries to bring you down.. No place for you to go. And see a punk rock show.. And spend your whole life trying to get out..
Our last day of summer, ninteen seventy nine.. Gotta live it up one time before it's over.. We will make history tonight!. . Out at the drive in, all of our closest friends, they will be sneakin' in..
Frankie died just the other night. Some say it was suicide. But we know how the story goes. . With his six string knife. And his street wise pride. The boy was a man before his time.
Beneath the glow of this hanging moon. Lies a city still and cold. Our silhouettes walk hand in hand. The drunken jukebox serenade. . We pretend we're so innocent.
Do you remember all the things we did?. And what it's like to be a kid.. Being young and skipping school,. I guess we must have broken every rule!. . I never thought those times would last forever,.
You're a senior double major. You got such big ideas. We were searching for a savior. To guide us through those restless years. . If only I could steal you away.
It all started one day. When I had nothing more to say to you. So I ran over the other way.. Love is for morons.. But, who's this fucking idiot that I see.
Ever since I saw you. On my so-called life,. I've been writing you these letters. Asking you to be my wife.. But its been almost a year. And still I've gotten no reply,.
Got your letter and the poetry you sent me. Postmarked in december of last year. I really hope you're doing better. All your friends close by your side.