I've been most unwilling. To see this turmoil of mine. The thought of sitting with this. Has me paralyzed. . With this prolonged exposure. To near and averted eyes.
Birds do it, bees do it. Even educated fleas do it. Let's do it, let's fall in love. In Spain, the best upper sets do it. Lithuanians and let's do it.
My house, my role. My friends, my man. My devotion to god. All the more feels indefinite. . Nothing's been clear. Nothing's been in. Nothing's felt true.
What it feels to fall in to the pool. the hard shell bugs bite my forearm. my right index fingernail chewed to the quick. my cervix is a long (?). my sprinklers go off at 6pm each day.
You and I are in the same room. We both think we're fair. We both live for truths. But then how are we to define something so subjective. Living under the same roof.
Birds do it, bees do it. Even educated fleas do it. Let's do it, let's fall in love. In Spain, the best upper sets do it. Lithuanians and let's do it.
There's a little black spot on the sun today. It's the same old thing as yesterday. There's a black hat caught in a high tree top. There's a flag-pole rag and the wind won't stop.
We share a culture same vernacular. Love of physical humor and time spent alone. You with your penchant for spontaneous events. For sticky and raspy, unearthed and then gone.
I believe in. I deceive in. Bottom weaving. I can breathe in. Make a wish in. Flower fishing. Moving vibration. Mild relation. I'm jamaican on your radio station.
(Spoken words taken from an old recording: "The women of the family seem to feel that they owe it to the men of the family to look relaxed, rested, and attractive at dinnertime.").
Can you relate to what it saysThe lyrics are straight from the heartThe soul is expressed in the lyricsThe virtues and vices are released. Chorus:Keep The Radio On,This song means so much to meKeep the Radio On,The words live right through meThe lyrics are comfortingLike I expressed them my selfKeep The Radio on, the song speaks for itself..
Can you relate to what it says. The lyrics are straight from the heart. The soul is expressed in the lyrics. The virtues and vices are released. . Chorus:.
Make sure she's alright. She just can't wait to party. She'll make it look so easy. Why won't you listen to me. Yeah. . Jealousy-some girls have it rough oh baby.
Dear darling,. Your mom, my friend. Left a message on my machine. She was frantic. Saying you were talking crazy.. . That you wanted to do away with yourself..
An old man turned ninety-eight. He won the lottery and died the next day. It's a black fly in your Chardonnay. It's a death row pardon two minutes too late.
It's been ten years of investment. It's been one foot in and one out. It's been four days of full of shit. And I feel snuffed out. . It's been 33 years of restraining.
An old man turned ninety-eight. He won the lottery and died the next day. It's a black fly in your Chardonnay. It's a death row pardon two minutes too late.
An old man turned ninety-eight. He won the lottery and died the next day. It's a black fly in your Chardonnay. It's a death row pardon two minutes too late.
It started harmless enough. Animal infatuation. But something within it prevailed. . You were a sweet amalgamation. Of all the parts i have loved. The hottest slippery slope.
An old man turned ninety-eight. He won the lottery and died the next day. It's a black fly in your Chardonnay. It's a death row pardon two minutes too late.