With his back against the San Francisco traffic,. On the bridges side that faces towards the jail,. Setting out to join a demographic,. He hoists his first leg up over the rail..
When your restlessness has lost it's way. And you're finished with your need to stray. It's not even something I am proud to say. I'll be waiting for your call.
There were moments of dreams. I was offered to save.. I lived less like a workhorse,. more like a slave.. I thought that one quick moment. that was noble or brave.
To be completely honest. The picture isn't clear to me yet. You insisted that your own explanations. While I was patiently enjoying the debt. And when I think about it.
I could go on talking or I could stop. Wring out each memory til' I get every drop. Sift through the details of the others involved. The true crime would be thinking it's just one persons fault.
these days my friends don't seem to know me. without my suitcase in my hand. where I am standing still. I seem to disappear. but maybe that's how I found you.
She went from table manners to tunnel vision to premature farewells. With a restlessness reserved for those who believe in themselves. She thought the world was hers so she made sure it bent beneath her will.
From the paper umbrellas in both of our drinks. To the shadows that walk without us. My account of the details is as clear as you'd think. Kept up by friends that still ask about us.
All my mornings start with the alarm clock. Every dream gets stopped before the end. And with each bit I remember, the more the details run together. And I'm left with a message I don't comprehend.
Grab your cigarettes,. And follow me out of the living room.. And I'll get drunk enough to tell you how I feel. About the men you loved,. And how they all seemed to get the best of you.
If there was no word for love now. We'd see how strong it really is. We could find out what it looks like. Or if it ever did exist. . 'Cause every time you said you loved me.
Ohh ohh Ohhh. If these walls could talk. I'd defer to the furniture. The piano, the table, the bed that we both sleep in. These constant, silent messengers.
The flicker of the candle looks like a one way conversation. Reacting to something nobody else could see. While I sit at the table and relive the whole situation.
As she listens very carefully to a room of conversation. She can feel the planet orbiting through space. She hears pieces of arguments, beginnings of jokes.
Just my luck you'd walk into this party. Just my luck you'd show up with my friends. It's not the words that they reduce me to or where your life is leading to.
Have you ever thought your little girl glamour shots. And the events of that whole day spent at the mall. Is maybe a part of you you didn't know you were clinging to?.
Have you ever thought your little girl glamour shots. And the events of that whole day spent at the mall. Is maybe a part of you you didn't know you were clinging to?.
If you're just asking for a reason. Reasons are everywhere you look. The only difference between them. Are which you gave and which you took. Every smile with some dark anticipation.
Someone plays a solo on a saxophone. Oh, you've never seen somebody throw their head so slow. And I see her cringe your lips and drop an ear that way.
You have found me on the other side of a loser's winning streak. Where my thoughts all wander further than they should. Let me sing to you my solitude, let me pay for your next drink.