You hit me just like heroin. I feel you coursing through my veins. I once tried to kick this addiction. I swear I'll never kick again, won't ever again, no.
I've got a book of matches. I've got a can of kerosene. I've got some bad ideas. Involving you and me. . I don't blame you for walking away. I touched myself, had thoughts of flames.
It's not just the pain, the pain in my back. That laughs in my face, my face every night. Or the poison that took my lungs. That keeps me from feeling warm.
My tender carrion. The damage has been done. From the depths of your heart. To the tip of my tongue. Not a word you can say. Can erase memories of that night.
They tied that yellow ribbon 'round the oak tree. And they've worn out all the prayer in their hearts. All along thought they were rooting for the home team.
I'm alone. Sitting with my empty glass. My four walls. Follow me through my past. I was on a Paris train. I emerged in London rain. And you were waiting there.
You were like a toilet bowl at the end of the rainbow. Something like a pot of gold stuck under my pillow. Keeping me up at night you kept my head splitting.
Hello, what the hell am I doing here?. That's a really nice suit, this is a really comfortable chair. See, I don't know if you can help me or not.. Cause I don't feel sick, no I don't feel sick.
Why you turned out the way you did. That thunderstorm is still crashing in your cranium. Find that all these funny faces look the same. I know who's to blame, but I swore I wouldn't say.
There are things that used to make me smile. One of them was you for just a little while. You left me for dead so far away. I replaced you with fear and shame.
it's not so much a storm. but just a cloud that lives inside of me. he doesn't disturb so easily these days. but when he wakes he goes the distance.. in a marathon it takes too long.
I can't believe my hearts still pounding. I can't believe how close I came. And meanwhile heavens falling. Fallen angels flown away. . And that'll be me someday.
It hasn't been that long. Since we drank to the sunset until it was gone. And down with it went our pain and fear. As we slowly broke contact more. And more with every beer.
This time you've dug yourself an anchor. Too heavy to move ahead with. Resembling a faker, charming snake oil tankers. Don't let them strike you down.
Over and out of it. For one more plane ride out. I'm not sure, and never was if this would. All head south, or what. . Wait here, a month or two will pass.
All you've been asking for has been. Placed in front of you. The headaches, the shaking. The boredom the boardroom brings. . You're scratching at itching.
Do you remember the story of the boy and his first date?. She took him to the lake and he fell in love. She spent one summer waking up between his arms.
It's not so much a storm. But just a cloud that lives inside of me. He doesn't stir so easily these days. But when he wakes he goes the distance. . In a marathon of days too long.
She lied, she lied to the FBI. When she told them she was innocent of victimless crime. Now I don't give a shit and I never dropped dime. On my baby though she gave it to the FBI.
Choking on the thought of leaving. Drinking to keep from sobbing. 4pm, 4 dollar pints. The SFO, the time and price. . With all my happiness aborted. The PA painfully starts boarding.