I recall once on the church steps,. When I moved to kiss your chest,. How we paid such close attention. To each sweet and stuttered breath,. I should've stopped to paint our picture,.
I've come here as a man in shambles. Worn out from begging on my knees. Please, I'm just trying to keep my family together. Now, when you saw your lover wore a ring around her finger.
There are bridges over rivers. There are moments of collapse. There are drivers with their feet on the glass. You can kick but you can't get out. There is history in the rooms of the house.
Last Blues For Bloody Knuckles:. My precious wife, I am in shambles. I am crumbling, I am. Was it something I did. Bid the tide to climb so high that it ripped our shore up.
Funny what you think of after a collapse. While lying in the dirt the first thing that comes back is never quite what you'd have guessed. And if you could have, you probably would've said you'd check.
I knew it was far too late to walk out on the lake then. Halfway to the middle thawed I wasn't doing all that great. Had I cut my hair short?. Had I grown my beard out long?.
Morning after snowstorm. Stand in the silence. Almost feel reborn all alone on the street. It's a certain sort of stillness when the quiet surrounds you.
Fall Down, Never Get Back Up Again:. Out where the stones lay like bones by the ocean. Out where the waves crash contempt on the land. Someone was trembling for fear of the tempest.
She forced a smile. Said, boy come kiss my mouth. You know that hope you're holding to. It looks an awful lot like fear. Now you're so quick to fall on failure.
We could blame it on our hands,. They lifted the drink to our mouths so we drank it. Or. we could blame it on our bodies,. they say, "We like the way we feel.
You still cross my mind from time to time. And I mostly smile.. Still so set on finding out where we went wrong and why. So I retrace our every step with an unsure pen.
Night fell on me writing this and I ran out of paper. so I crossed the name out at the top of the page.. Not sure why I'm even writing this. But I guess it feels right..
Pick up the phone!. Blessed be the thief, disguised in skin,. and blessed are the fingers that gesture him in. Paint the receiver to the side of the fake,.
Drivers out on the bridge. Slowing down as they go through a lane shift. Wires snap. Concrete gives. Metal twisting and. Everything tumbling. . At the end of the work day.
Members Only. Mad it's been a whole four months without you. I've been in the worst pain in my life. . It's been so crazy, some-. Sometimes I forget how to eat, or sleep, how to even function right.
Tonight could be just the beginning. I should be smiling inside. So I'll write a song that brings out the southern summers. Just to share in a saving grace.
I used to get feels on a bitch. Now I throw shields on the dick. To stop me from that HIV shit. And niggaz know they soft like a Twinkie filling. Playin the villian.
Talk about me, talk about me, talk about me, talk. (Mmm). (Talk) Talk about me, talk about me (Ooh), talk about. me, talk (Yeah). Talk about me, talk about me (Mmm), talk about me,.
Yea. That's right uh. Uh huh uh huh. That voice you here. That's the wonder voice huh. Huh huh. That's right. This a G's hand clap. This for the grown and sexy man (ooooo).
I rode my bike passed your house at least a thousand times. no matter what i do i just can't get you off my mind. all the guys in the neighborhood they wanna know your name.