Well she left me here halfway. Between the bright lights of Los Angeles. And the tawdry nights of San Jose. With Ecstacy and Ivory Wave. And a backpack full of Captain Jack.
Self control. Self control. . I can always watch you. Breathing in your sleep. And all I ever wanted was for you to wait for me. It's hard to take it easy.
Oh, I need a witness to see the mess I've made. There's a broken lampshade, ashtrays, burnt floors, beds unmade. Eyes sleeping if you are dream, dream of what I'm doing.
I'm cradling the softest, warmest part of you in my hands. Feels like a little baby bird. Fallen from the nest. I think that your body is something I understand.
You keep telling me I'm beautiful. But I feel a little less so each time. Your love is so colorful. It flashes like a neon sign. But I finally drove out where.
She came to and her. Whole life was how she remembered it. She had a mouth full of fur. And she was laughing. She parked her hearse across. Three spaces posted motorcycles only.
She came to and her. Whole life was how she remembered it. She had a mouth full of fur. And she was laughing. She parked her hearse across. Three spaces posted motorcycles only.
That train just won't stop. Blowin' its horn that way. But it don't really matter. I wasn't sleeping anyway. I got precious little time. Before that rooster starts.
I am out here studying stones. Trying to learn to be less alive. Using all of my will. To keep very still. Still even on the inside. . I've cut all of the pertinent wires.
On one hand I'm walking. The way that I do. Looking like I'm lost in thought. But I'm looking for you. . It's so subconscious. The way that I feel. Too bad my subconscious life.
White people are so scared of black people. They bulldoze out to the country. And put up houses on little loop-dee-loop streets. And while america gets its heart cut right out of its chest.
well your arms hang parallel to the curtains. your gaze falls perpendicular to the floor. your resign yourself to the hurting. the lines in your brow are deeper than before.
The subway car smells like an animal's cage. And don't you feel like the captain riding in a rage. Oh the city's sweet as cider...sours with age. . The toss between fear and freedom.
Sunday morning. Slow beats seething. Through the screens in. The open windows. Eggs frying. Legs shaking. After we stayed lying. So long in bed. Sunday morning.
Sleep walking through the all-nite drug store. Baptized in fluorescent light. I found religion in the greeting card aisle. Now I know hallmark was right.
I don't mind waiting in line. No, no. I don't mind if the bills pile up and the work is slow. I don't mind the gas or the groceries or the drive. Gone inside with you I'm having a good time.
who's gonna give a shit. who's gonna take the call. when you find out that the road ahead. is painted on a wall. and you're turned up to top volume. and you're just sitting there in pause.
I don't keep much stuff around. I value my portability. But I will say that I have saved every letter. You ever wrote to me. The one you left on my windshield.
I'm sorry I didn't sound more excited on the phone.. I'm sorry that after all these years,. I've left you feeling unrequited and alone. . Brought you to tears..
Something about this landscape just don't feel right. Hyper air-conditioned and lit up all night. . Like we just gotta see how comfortable comfortable can get.