Don't tell my mom, don't tell my dad. I've been driving down to L.A. with my baby. On the cliffs, he drives real fast. He may drive his car into the ocean, maybe.
I've got one fatal flaw. I'm a compulsive liar. If I don't love you. I will tell you anything. And even if I love you. I'll always be conniving. I'll always be negotiating with the truth.
I suck all the life out of everything I see. I drink a bottle of wine. I've got the digital content blues. I got money saved up somewhere. Lost the card and the chequebook, name of the bank.
I've been feeling wobbly lately. I've been feeling wobbly, so wobbly. Feeling like they lost me, can't find me. and they're always one step behind me.
It's fine being drunk on the weekend. But it's finer being drunk all week. I feel good. I feel bad. I don't know. I miss my mom and my dad. And I see hellfire in your rosy cheek.
I like those sounds. Turn the lights off. I saw a billboard. Advertising God. I climbed the ladder. I saw the ways that the city was fraud. I found it odd.
It's the search for a church in the bottom of your purse. A spiritual home that you can take to the mall. You dig and you dig but you can only find your wallet.
That's when it hit me. and splintered my collarbone like a melody, and I was in love. with the world, liquefied in a blender and poured through the funnel.
All the broken pieces. Lying in a pile. Waiting to be swept up. From the bathroom tile. . Broke my only mirror. Feeling not quite right. Empty little bedroom.
I set up camp in the center of town. Ready for freedom when it all comes down. Snapping my fingers, walking around. I'm the dusty jewel in the thrown-out crown.
It's a beautiful city. We've been living in latest. Never go to the South side. (Don't you go down to the South side.). . And there's pot holes. Sleeping in the black concrete.
It's late at night it's time to tell you my secrets. My personality's cut up into pieces. My new society's my one secret weakness. I'm out of money and I'm out of my mind.
I'm sick of this record already. Let's wreck all the preconceived notions they bring to it. Check all the baggage or better yet burn it. Start all over again.
We've done a lot of things we can't take back. But you can't take that so hard. We'll drive all night and we just won't look back. We can take your daddy's car.
I'm up at six. I get a slice of bread, I cut a hole in it. I crack a little egg into a frying pan. and I try to get my mind turned off. I'm naked now.
I think it's time you brought your face. Across the railroad to my place. I can't share this whiskey with ya through the phone. . And if we drink enough of it.
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Hark to the music if you hate your job. Hark to the melody, we're all gonna die so. Hark to the music if you can't get free. From the liar and the killer and the bourgeoisie.
What the fuck do I do all day laying in bed. Caught in a web of desire. What the fuck can it mean all the noise in my head. Hanging my heart on a wire.
Now my tender heart had hardened. I'm taking walks in my dead garden. I'm shooting marbles 'cross the floor. In the maintenance closet at the grocery store.