I live like a freshman. I still have a roommate. I even moved to Brooklyn. I still need a roommate. I bet you didn't know. I don't make much for this show.
I can be clever, I can be clever. I can charm your pants off, I can be clever. I can be funny, I can make you laugh. I can amuse you, I can make you laugh.
Dear Claire she gets up at three. She makes some toast and a cup of tea. But she forgot and watched TV. As the water all boiled down. The place almost burned down.
Me and Betty Shelly were at Cinnamon Park. Waiting for the battle of the bands. Betty's older brother had a bad reputation. And a waterbed in his van.
You're scary. You terrify me. I should draw the blinds. Do it all the time. I keep my love inside. We'll be a bloody valentine. . You're lovely. I've heard such good things.
I could slip, I could fall. In that mean and awful hall. With the other jealous bitches. And the bitter grumbling men. . I could sneer, I could glare say that.
Another barren egg. Another month gone by. Just more time to do as I please. No one's watching over me. . Don't have to make my bed. Can lay in it instead.
Would you have hidden me in your attic. That's the question I'd like to know. Would you have climbed up to serve my dinner. Well I hope so. . When the jack-booted men.
Tomorrow the ground may shake. Like they said it was bound to happen one day. And the Hollywood sign will fall. The final call. . Well, don't you fret, and don't be blue.
So here I am. Treading water again. This is not what I had planned. When I saw this day. . We run so fast. With the wind on our tails. And the hope in our young hearts.
You and I were meant to be together. Traveling the highways of my mind. What is love that changes like the weather. Now you're gone, how can I survive.
Dear insecurity. When you gonna take your hands off me?. When you ever gonna let me be proud of who I am?. Oh, insecurity. When you gonna take your hands off me?.
Any man can build a home. Organising wood and stone. And fill it with a hundred things. Rule it all and be the king. And we all need a place to lay our head when days are long.
Breathing on the glass of your old front door. Holding your ear to the bathroom floor. One more time, can we do it again?. Funny that it mattered as a child back then.
Willing the way to come back from the edge.. But the look in her eye says she's leaving.. Things I should have been saying that I swallowed instead.. How a silence can be so deceiving..
I didn't hear you enter. But I know you have been circling my room. I listen for your footsteps. Close my eyes and wait for you to move. . You're hiding like a memory.
There are places that I remember. You sung in the night. And it turned into day. . Well they're saying. That you have gone quiet. They say that you hide your love away.
Third of November. Thanks for your letter. Your picture book's stretched out the length of four cars. Your story's not easy. Then what is easy. With parents like yours and my list like ours.
I heard voices in the night. They called me to the city lights. And I ran toward them with a cry. And I begged to see the other side. . They were only sirens.
She is a window and she is an arrow. She is a line in the sand. She is the ocean, that breathless commotion. That carries you far from dry land. She is the sunlight, that wicked blue moonlight,.