this place don't belong to me. and i can see the distance by the way. i heard you're forgetting me. and i don't understand more than you think. . and i , i don't wanna wake at night.
cure my empty spaces, my broken heart. yo say goodbye before i try to start. i need some help, i need my friends. and another day to ask me why i'm sad.
It's when I'm not looking. That I must fleet these blows. Like one arms afire,. But the others not hitting home. . You could say that it's up to fate.
We awake and face a new day for nothing.. As bitter as the rope around our necks we hang.. Lofty from the high of last year's tired clichÈ,. A cheap after glow we'll keep close to further fan the flames..
The Tennessee promise still loves the Texas lie,. The light was green, 9:50 like your eyes.. I never thought I'd get out of this (get out of this). Last years near miss is today's sure hit.
Rejoice mothers you're the mothers of martyrs. We're proud to report your sons kiss just like your daughters. Now father's teeth, rolling bloodily down his shirt.
I drink your arms like wine. Not mine cause I'm not looking. You judge life by pills on your bedside. . (If there is a way). I'm unsung, I'm undone. Is this what you want?.
We built this town. Bitter lips like cigarettes. Given all she's got to give. I'm feeling worse cause its. Never enough. Broken hands can only give so much.
Somewhere there is a spouse. Sitting on the window pane. She sings, "salt and sea bring him home to me". . Where are you my love?. And when the time runs out.
She kept me inside. Long enough to hear her teeth click shut,. You're charming in a washed out sort of way. A cheap prescription, hair extensions sort of way.
The space around our carved hearts. Is littered with, evidence. Evidence of time well spent. (Chase the dragon, drag the nail again.). . We let it be till someone else looks in,.
Darling you you you send me. I know you love you send me. Darling you you send me. Honest you do. Honest you do. Honest you do. I know you you thrill me.
Precious winter rose. Beautiful and rare. Precious winter rose. In the garden there. . Now there's only thorns. In the garden there. All of the petals are tattered and torn.
The way she whispers. The stories I have heard. In captivation my eyes are wide with her words. So much respect in here. My heart is blowin' up to burst.
Midnight neons blur in drunken eyes. And flicker their mad, mad light. Fireworks fall like a floral arcade. It's a carnival tonight. . And I'm watching the party.
I go out walking after midnight. Out in the moonlight, just like we used to do. I'm only walking after midnight. Searching for you. . I walk for miles along the highway.
Wish me well, say goodbye. I'll never tell I saw you cry. Understand, you're not to blame. It's just that the wind. The wind knows my name. . And it's callin' me.
No calls, no letters. Just fireweeds and stinging nettles. But the moon is mine. Yeah, the moon is mine. . Bad news in the papers. Bad news for this sinner's wages.
The kids from Station Street. Don't play 'round here, no more. . She doesn't exactly understand. But it's something to do with the war. . So she learned some tunes on piano.