The key is so distant. I've opened doors. Know when to listen. Know what to listen for, yeah. . The shelf in the room. Has been the way. Of holdin' me.
Seasons change. Your life I can rearrange. Time for the change. Things will never be the same, yeah. . What's the absence of my answers?. Seems like I gave them all away.
The sun divides your face. Through this broken windowpane. As the beam slices through the night. Until the break of day. As you're standing now closer to the edge.
I'm looking to see if I can. and you're looking for me to begin, this. just try to pretend if you can. while they're waiting for me to unwind, again. .
safe games you play. you are all alone again. and i'm afraid to say. hes way to loud, i'm way to loud. i wonder wich one your gonna take home tonight.
Rather be strange, rather be ugly. Rather be not quite right then part of the lovely. Rather be plain, pushed aside and lonely. Than to be carried by all the fakes and phonies.
Topless on the beach covered in sour cream. Spread your legs and tell me I'm your love. I'll pull your hair well I'm straddling your face. I shit my pants when I'm busted by your brother.
It used to be a dirty word. Something I would never say. But now when I take a look at the world. There couldn't be a better way. . I killed my mother when I was ten.
Lisa washed her hair on Monday. Lisa washed her hair on Tuesday. Lisa washed her hair on Wednesday. Lisa washed her hair on Thursday. . Then her husband noticed that her shampoo.
When I sing songs I sing about what I know. But I don't know too much so I don't sing about nothing. I get my words from reading TV Guide. I steal all my solos from the Rolling Stones.
Don't need this crap this TV's pushing. I'm just gonna get my skate and hit the streets. Know a place not far from here. Where I can ride a gnarly bowl and get some air.
When I was a little kiddy. My mommy she would tell me. Even the world's best laid plans. End up in the garbage can. We got a saying around our house. Your shit's in a knot, your head should me in a noose.
It's just up the street. The address is 669. Young men and ladies. Are losing their mind. It's not a church. But they fuck with your head. Dyanetics!.
I'm scared of people really don't know why. I nearly shit my pants when they look me in the eye. I'm scared of people and I'm scared of you. I'm gonna go inside and shoot some glue.
She never knew she was a beauty. She must have made a lot of grown men cry. In her eyes she's always playing out some movie. She just told a dying love goodbye.
the skylines won't seem the same. cause i know, you wont be here. the last thing that you said. was wait for me.. . wait for this, wait for me. . whoever said you can't live forever.
This stoy keeps writing itself, pages and chapters of you and I, of things that I wish would have happened, of things that I wish you would say, then you whispered to me said I missed you, as I silently basked in your words, these eight letters that keep me from growing, out and away from you.
the ghost in the picture, the smile on the face, the absence of words, are taking the place of what's inside you, what's inside me? the shoebox is open, to what we left behind, I kept all of your letters, do you have one of mine? to remember the stories that pass through our lives.