Tycho, don't you know nothin'. The doors on the oven. Are wide enough to make us all kin. . A psychotic boy scout. Let it all gush out. Shopping your brains out now in the bargain bins.
La-la-la. . Well I guess I'm just here to test your patience. Cause you're so smart my tricks don't work at all. Is it my lack of education? Just tell me why.
At fifteen we had to leave the States again. Dad was stationed at an RAF base they called Mildenhall. Black moss on a busted wall. The cobblestones made it hard to skate.
I make myself a promise. Then break it every night. I'm feeling loose and life don't make no sense. I use my brains to build a fence. 'Round the claim I stake.
Long in tooth, olives and vermouth. I dine like an aging pilot. Where are they now, the money and the crowd?. Must I really come back down?. . It's like I never was a kid, the big math just wasted youth on me.
My girl if you're lucky one day. Rolling down the ancient high street you'll find. In the mirror reflects a woman in her prime. Can you make your way out?.
You're not wanting anybody wants in you. I get it, all is fair. But I've been biting all my cherry hearts in two. You don't even care. . Won't you ever come down from the big rock I found you climbing.
You may notice certain things before you die.. Mail them to me should they cause. Your algebra to fail.. . Cole and macey lost their eyes. To the finer points.
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A cold and wet November dawn. And there are no barking sparrows. Just emptiness to dwell upon.. . I fell into a winter slide. And ended up the kind of kid who goes down chutes too narrow.
When you're riding the rails with those wide open eyes,. Well, there's one old south paw you will always fight.. And alone on a worn-out throne. is the reigning queen of the questions.
Several days a month you made. The mile to my house,. And had me do a stroll with you.. . Far below a furry moon. Our purposes crossed. The weird divide.
I've got a cupboard with cans of food. Filtered water and pictures of you. And I'm not coming out until this is all over. And I'm looking through the glass.
You can fake it for a while. Bite your tongue and smile. Like every mother does her ugly child. But it starts to leaking out. Like spittle from a cloud.
She shone up bright like a knife. Wearing tennis shorts made of stripes. Hand in hand to the grass and we got it right. Got it nice, nice, nice. . Just a glimpse of an ankle and I.
When you were young and wise. scratching your letters in the sand.. When your imagination led you all around by the hand.. La la la la. . Did you ever wonder what dizzy adventures there might be.
Eyeless in the morning sun, you were. Pale and mild, a modern girl. Taken with thought, still prone to care. Making tea in your underwear. . You went out in the yard to find.
As someone sets light to the first fire of autumn. we settle down to cut ourselves apart.. Cough and twitch from the news on your face. and some foreign candle burning in your eyes.
Dead lungs command it. You pour your life down the rifle's spiral. And show us you've earned it. The Cleric's fog will recede right before your eyes. .
The dust from a four day affair is now landing. All over the floor and your brown legs. The gold-plated legs of my rival. Whose eyes had no reason to fall.