Late again when I get home. You be waiting still you know. There ain't no use in you complaining. . I know that I can show some respect. Especially when I am wrong.
I was sinking deep in sin, far from that peaceful shore. Very deeply stained within, sinking to rise no more. But the Master of the sea, heard my despairing cry.
Even as greatest He was. There we those who wanted to kill Him. And He knew it and told His disciples. That He was going to be betrayed by one of the twelve.
Look at me you can't even look at me. I don't know what happened to what we used to be. Look at me you can't even look at me. How can you say you love me you can't even look at me.
If you feel in your heart that love's about to start. Don't be dismayed or afraid to tell him so. If you feel there's a chance for a lifetime of romance.
If you've ever seen her livin', then you know that when she dies. you can bet she ain't breathin' 'cause of the way she lies.. She can cry when you're leavin', then laugh when you're gone..
God promised to lead His children out of bondage. He said He'd free them from Pharaoh's evil hand. He said He'd guide and protect them on their journey.
Well, if you're ever in Los Angeles. And you've got time to spare. Take a stroll up Sunset Boulevard. You'll find the Whiskey there. Gliding round the tables.
You're a dreamer. A pretty little dreamer. I couldn't leave you. I really couldn't leave you. You didn't gimme gimme time to beat the fever. I've got the fever.
As I looked across. To where she was before. I didn't have long. To wait around here anymore. We went to a place. That I hadn't seen before. She worked me over.
Filling all the holes with hope. Sounds of all the things I don't know. If you were to tell me I wasn't here. I'd believe you I'm bound by fear. . I tried everything.
Can you take what you give?. Who do you think you are?. Playin a game of charades. With my life in your arms. . It's not like it was do or die. We expect the unexpected.
Today could be a different day. If the sky lifts up the haze off of my front lawn. Or just another time I hold my tears. For another year on my way back home.
Please don't leave me without saying goodbye. Without saying goodbye. . You and I, cold February night. It's been a half an hour. Taking sweet time, saying our goodbyes.
Ill wait till the clock strikes a nerve to spend some time with you. I cant stand to depend on the shadow I cast alone we should. For the sake of making a statement lets make our presence known.
Let's get fucked up, gimme a cup I'll drink till I throw up. Let's get fucked up, alcohol my only friend. . Licking my lips 'cause I got the craving. Saturday night and I've been saving.
he says. "tag, you're it". and i wait helpless. but i'm waiting nonetheless. . it's just a little mess. that mr what's-his-name. had left behind. it's just a little mess.
Yesterday or the day before. Definitely yes, yes the day before. On both of those it occurred to me. That I might already be dead. . Dead and yet I'm awake it seems.
*well it takes a special kind of girl to appreciate someone like you*. a monumental love affair with emptiness. and i guess we all could take a bit of saccharin now and then.