Don't ask me why I'm crying. I'm not going to tell you what's wrong. I'm just gonna sit on your lap. For five dollars a song. I want you to pay me for my beauty.
I am letting the telephone ring. 'Cause I don't want to know why. I don't want to hear you explain. I don't want to hear you cry. . I have written so much about you.
i wish i didn't have this nervous laugh. i wish i didn't say half the stuff i say. i wish i could just learn to cover my tracks. i guess i'm not concerned about getting away.
In a coffee shop in a city. Which is every coffee shop in every city. On a day which is every day. I picked up a magazine. Which is every magazine. . Read a story, and then forgot it right away.
I am looking for the holes. The holes in your jeans. Because I want to know. Are they worn out in the seat. Or are they worn out in the knees. . There are so many ways to wear.
you always got those dark sunglasses. covering half your face. but if you promise to take them off. i promise i won't squander your gaze. i will be picturesque.
I opened a bank account when I was nine years old. I closed it when I was eighteen. I gave them every penny that I'd saved and they gave my blood and my urine a number.