Well I'm changin all my strings. I'm gonna write another travelin' song. About all the billion highways. And the cities at the break of dawn. . Well, I guess the best that I can do now.
Well I'm changin all my strings. I'm gonna write another travelin' song. About all the billion highways. And the cities at the break of dawn. . Well, I guess the best that I can do now.
It is not the past few days that have has me feel. This way and it is not the tiny marks of doubt. That cover everything I see, it is just the way. She looks at me.
You take your clothes off. Right after school. The tea is on. The flame is blue. . And you hope it won't take. All afternoon. The TV's waiting. To talk to you.
Here is a scale, weigh it out and you will find. Easily, more than sufficient doubt that. These colors you see were picked in advance. By some careful hand with an absolute concept of beauty.
The air was all dust, a night so untamed. The ground opened up. And swallowed all of the rain. . And it swallowed you too, into distance unknown. As they sat down for dinner, they waited for you to get home.
Lately I've been wishing I had one desire. Something that would make me never want another. Something that would make it so that nothing matters. All would be clear then.
The language in the dimmer rooms. Seems to represent it's light source well. How soft they speak and seem to be at peace. With the movement of the music and the madness.
The language in the dimmer rooms. Seems to represent the light source well. . How soft they speak and seem to be at peace. With the movement of the music and the madness.
Sitting around, no work today. Try pacing to keep awake. Laying around, no school today. Just drink until the clock. Has circled all the way. . It's late afternoon.
The people's key. Ringing through arena seats. The black machine. Played it all from memory. A fever dream. Well, I'll come back eventually. To wade into the water.
If could change your days. Arranging them in some sweet new sequence. Like any new arrangement is going to make a difference. Because it is the moment that you are living in.
Love, four words explode above a mnemonic device. To remember how it feels when I am with you. The glass can't hide. My wounds will find the salt around the rim.
No one knows where the ladder goes. You're gonna lose what you love the most. You're not alone in anything. You're not unique in dying. . I feel a strange day every now and then.
My grandfather's name was Moon. Because his eyes were bright and round. No amount of time or liquor could dull them. . My grandmother's name was Joy. Because it spilled out of her heart.
I spent a week drinking the sunlight of Winnetka, California. Where they understand the weight of human hearts. You see sorrow gets too heavy and joy it tends to hold you.
Love is real. It is not just in novels or the movies. It is fact. And it is standing here right in front of you. So if you open your eyes. Oh what a sweet discovery.
My brother finds comfort in calculators.. He assigns every number a name.. He believes that they add up to certainty. and he's upset with the fractions that remain..
A crucial filament is all but spent;. Soon it will be dark in my basement.. My heart is waxing the slick floor again,. Hoping I will slip and fall in love..
I dreamt of a fever. One that would cure me of this cold winter set heart. Heats melt these frozen tears. Burned with reasons as to carry on. . Into these twisted months.