I never knew a love. A love that could be sweeter. No matter what my mind says. Your music gives me fever. . The moment that we danced. Your arms felt like a cradle.
Try and try. To forget me tonight. Carry on. The moments you deny. I will not repeat. The things you've said. When I think of them. I must forget. I can't believe.
Sweet september, where'd you go. I was hoping someone knows. Have you missed me. Was I there. I was dreaming someone cared. I could hold you. listen clear.
You've got your roots in the streets - stretch almost four weeks deep.. Straight out of mayberry to claim these city streets.. You've got your nike's, your new-found families..
Sweet little chaste woman. Why are you holding your breath in an ocean?. . Where the abyss is infinitely deep. Skiing mountains, dangerously steep. Collecting all the dainty roses.
things are here, and you're over there. and in between: land, sea, everything. i hope you're warm, and i hope you think of me,. and the way things used to be..
When you're away. I'm feeling empty, I lose my mind. But when you're around. I take for granted most of our time. . Honey, you say that I'm cold. And sometimes I'm out of control.
we fought. we fought hard.. you beat me - ripped out my heart.. and waiting for death i bleed and bleed and bleed..
i suggest you only ever tell lies.. because once you tell the truth they'll break your heart.. don't ever look them in the eyes.. because those eyes are gonna rip your heart apart..
for em. reflection of scars. cold. i am no comfort. can't think. everything is lost. we're wasting so much time. when lives are on the line. all i want to do is cry.
it's clear, my dear, we're dead or almost there.. This drink could be the last for you and me.. Don't swallow..
the sun is shining on me, finally. finally.. and you walk so gracefully.. why don't you walk with me?. things are turning green and changing,. and it smells sweet. birds have come from out at sea,.
was further out than you thought. wind-swept and current-caught.. not knee-deep, but out to sea.. slipped off the boat that we bought.. water, water everywhere, but nowhere a drop to drink..
crawled out the window on the fourteenth floor.. said, "i don't know," then didn't say anymore.. she used the window instead of the door.. now I'm alone up on the fourteenth floor..
from up here the pacific looks like fire and things to come.. i'm a steel rocket; i am a human bomb.. they say we'll be gods..thunder, divine.. but surely we'll only be history--literal and poignative;.
oh! she looks trodden upon in the most prettiest way,. in the most funniest gray.. red, red hair. faded red underwear.. is it red under there? is it red under there?.
What you're cooking in the kitchen. Is it more of your bitchin' attitude. That you give, that you give, that you give. But I don't want it. I won't have it.
i can survive, but i don't know if i want to.. turn off the machines. i've sprung a thousand leaks.. i can feel everything. listen.. get your fingers out from under my skin..
Well you're sick, sick, sickness spreads. Through those veins into your bed. A fiend fakes out smiles instead. While I wait here alone. . So what, my conscience bothers me.
someday i'll show you around a monster-free tokyo,. and out footsteps will be light.. the future will be bright..