Like Miss America trying to live her dream. She's just another teenage drama queen. And I'm just a boy that's stuck at home. I'll slip this note into your locker, reply yes or no.
it's there where I had left you and it's then when I had known the reasons why a phrase that weighed the miles from decision and you never called to stop it from goodbye and after my car was packed and the maps were spread like paint up on the dashboard my phone was never ringing to tell me not to leave.
What's with this heartbreaker?. It's a game and the winner must take her. Feed me these lines and tell me I'm fine when you knew all along that you were mine.
Watch me break like tempered glass, and cut my wrist while falling, for boredom sake I'll call in sick, and I'll just keep on writing, these letters to homesick angels, resting calmly on my shoulder, as I apologize for living, you could have done this better.
Hey you, whatcha been up to?. It's been about a week or two. Since I last talked to you, just wanna know what's going on. I'm chillin' in my room. I'm killin' time just thinking about you.
Verse 1: [Qwanell]. Day Too Long.... I'm So Gone.... Blowing Up Your Cell.... Baby Wat You Want.... Girl I Got An Emergency... Yeah.. You Already Know I Need That Fix....
We signed both our names and the cards were done, by acting so old we felt so young, and you licked the stamps and I lit the tree, you faked a nap and watched me open your presents without your permission, the smile on your face, I knew I was forgiven, I said I'm sorry and you said I love you too.
there's a cloud stretched over the highway as I drive back home to nothing but a bed where I'll sleep in a night I will spend here alone and this pillow still smells like your hair and the salt from your tears I'll wish you were there as I curl up my arms and hold them as if they were you.
**talking**. damn. i never thought you would do this to me,. i thought you was so innocent,. i thought i was the only one,. and you wait all the way until now to tell me,.
We're taking everything. One step at a time. Holding on to you and I. And now we're holding hands. And walking in the sand. And hoping that this will not end tonight.
And hey there, you are, I try to start, by saying something smooth to you. And I'll kill, you say, as I stutter away, but I mumble out I love you. Driving fast tonight.
We sat on a swingset side by side. Suspended from this rusted frame like puppets. The beach light flickered out and died. You stared at your feet as I looked at you and smiled.
(Willie). . your my favorite girl. i know. we don't have a title. oh will see. if your future includes me. . see i know its hard to understand(i know babe).
It's a small town built on novel objections with white local papers with only corrections. There is grease on the collars and ties, and a life conceived to die. And I can pass you by with that look on my face that says "hey go fuck off," I'm leaving this place, so warm up the pavement hot. To make a nice big parking lot for all those drug stores and bars meant to erase the reasoning why we live here anyway. So fire up you're engines and bring the gasoline and we'll burn this city down. Bring the gas, and I'll bring the lighter. We'll dance in flames of this old town as we watch all the buildings come tumbling down. This is love, this is hell, this was home. It's a bar room filled with branded rejections, we're passing the girls we regret that we slept with. There is stains on the mattress and sheets, in a bed so hard to sleep. With the impressions that drunkenness seems to create, and the swallowing sound that you're jaw seems to make, this is me, into you, and it's ending. For tomorrow I'll pretend to be asleep, as you grab up your shit and take one last look at me. So fire up you're engines and bring the gasoline and we'll burn this city down. Bring the gas, and I'll bring the lighter. We'll dance in flames of this old town as we watch all the buildings come tumbling down. This is love, this is hell, this was home..
im rushing home. she said shes packing her things. and shes leaving the keys to the front door. shouldve had known. that it would happen once again. was there something i couldve done.
I've been dreaming of waking up happy under the sun. In the smog and the traffic and dreams of California. This lonely life takes to I-80 to try and forget.
Tell me how much you've been anticipating (stop). Now let your body show me how to make good love. Don't have to say a word, girl, you know its on, oh yeah.
I was a superstar at everything. and one by one I gave up all the rest. I made a dream or two at best. then I broke one bone and bruised the rest.. . So please just play a song.