Laurel was a girl i knew,. Made of dirt and stone. Pretty hip in younger times,. Now she sits alone. With a hundred thousand,. Beat up architectural disasters.
laurel was a girl i knew,. made of dirt and stone. pretty hip in younger times,. now she sits alone. with a hundred thousand,. beat up architectural disasters.
Burnt to a crisp I cant sleep from the sound. of the train of thought inside of me. I grab the keys and the clock. it starts to smile. 5 in the am feel so surreal.
You said you'd never give in, never pretend. That this is just a chapter for you. What do we do. I feel like this is war on a hill. A Jack and a Jill.
Detox, Detox where are you?. You coulda saved me from a disaster. What with all these cell phone numbers. It's gonna be weeks cleaning off my dresser.
Partied at a house 'til four. Came out from a closet door. Makeup all over my face. . We just do what people do. How was I to know that you. Were gonna turn around and say.
Trash Day in Beverly Hills. All the sad little mama's with their happy little pills. They flirt with the lawn boys as they clean out the pools. While the Mexican nannies take the children to school.
that was a helluva party last night. i cant believe i helped you break up a fight. trust fund kids should stay away from clubs. i remember my first beer too.
i can only keep this feeling for a minute. I can stare at a polaroid so long. before the chromofilm blurs and the smiles on our faces are gone. . i crossed a line 5 yrs in the making.
I got my boarding pass, a tank of gas. Then I'm never coming back. If I could only get out of the bed in this room. . You've got the little one who's a lot of fun.
Oh!. . Here come the captain. She's a firecracker, skinny jeans. Two lips of honey, yeah. She leaves a trail of gasoline. She drinks more whiskey. Than her daddy, she can even sing.
Well I tripped and I fell. into a hole I know so well. and I don't think i'll be. leaving for awhile. . and this lump beneath my skin. is the home I let you in.
The Dark-Butch Walker. My favorite bike, doesn't have a name. I'm just riding; not running away. Heat from the engine, digging in my thigh. Into the dark, with my father at my side.
As she woke up for the final injection. The sickness was hard. When there was no one around. And it spread to her hands. And it spread to her legs. And they felt like the mud from the pond on the ground.
Well I left the town of sinners, redneck priests and meth lab stalls. To find myself a few more just like me. The options pretty skinny and the order's pretty tall.
I opened up a can of worms. I could see myself hanging onto.. It's gonna sting, it's gonna burn. I can't win either way.. . And over time I will just find a way to lose you after all.
You got lost, For a while.. You've been trying to find a smile.. You got stood up, then you fell down,. and when you needed, there was no one around..
You got lost, For a while.. You've been trying to find a smile.. You got stood up, then you fell down,. and when you needed, there was no one around..
Messed up pantyhose. Bloody nose from a candy cane habit that no one knows about. This is your story nine to five. The weekend comes, the weekend goes.
Lyin' in the overgrown-up grass in the front yard. Water falling from the sky so warm it feels hard. Trying to figure out just who you really are to me.