The night I turned twenty five it was legos on the floor. It seemed like a safe enough game. For a man to play with his daughter. An automatic rifle and a bullet through the window.
On the outside looking in. I've never been able to crack the code. To break the secret spell. That would open up the door and let me in. To everything I've been looking for so hard I've never seen.
All of the healing will take some time. We both have had psychotic men in our lives. And I know that you're right. Deal with it forget sometimes I can't.
I was standin' at the station. Out at the end of the line. Feelin' mad, just a bit impatient. And I wish that you would make up my mind. Yes I was out there on the platform.
Welcome to cyberspace, I'm lost in the fog. Everything's digital I'm still analog. When something goes wrong. I don't have a clue. Some ten year old smart a** has to show me what to do.
Sometimes I sit and I stare at the rain. Isn't rain filled with sorrow?. Wonder if I'll see my home again. Will it be dry tomorrow?. . Time passes softly and I'm a day older.
You don't understand it. All of a sudden something's wrong. You take it for granted. All of a sudden time is gone. . You put a little distance in between it.
We get up early and we work all day.. We put our time in 'cause we like to stay up. All night long. All night long.. . We keep on grinnin' 'til the weekend comes..
Sometimes, I can't help but feeling that I'm. Living a life of illusion. And oh, why can't we let it be. And see through the hole in this wall of confusion.
I got the all night Laundry Mat blues. Washing everything I own except my shoes. I got makeup round the collar. And it smells like sweat. A dollar in the drier.