Things will never be the same now that you've got that shitty name. She can't even go to school until she thinks to kill is cool. Everyone hates Christina Bin Laden.
It feels like I'm falling down. I turn around and you're not there. why was everything so shallow and low. why was I so.... never again. . take two steps back and close my eyes.
Acting like black sabbath is lots of fun. Their records sound so heavy when I turn them on. I jump up and down and pretend I'm them. I can almost make the change.
I don't wanna see you again. that's what she said as she waved goodbye. Audrey will live alone in Sacramento way beyond the coast. . that's when she said something that shook my heart.
Focus on nothing, only your face.. Follow me closely, into the night.. Just for one last time, turn out the light.. And if you wake up turn out the lights..
Oh eee ooo awe - oh eee ooo hey. Oh eee ooo awe - oh eee ooo hey. ben gets off. ben gets off.
Just stay the night. And well see that things can work out. And this will last forever. How long can we wait for things to change. And this will last forever.
Flesh and blood and splattered guts. Dripping brains and radiation. Everybody's mutilated. Screaming missiles and burning babies. . This is just a bed time story to help you through the night.
America as often been called the land of opportunity. But you better be careful which one you choose 'cause it might come with a penalty. There's lots of good jobs working in a factory cranking out the land mines.
I guess it's where we have to let it end,. It seems our best intentions came up short on us again,. Can you see the sunset from your highway?. And can you leave those plans for us behind?.
it's as if you started out on the front page paper newstand pixelated in black and white, this picture of you now is still beautiful somehow armed with a guy that's not me.
It doesn't matter. I've got a library. I've got a swimmimg pool. I drive the Lamborghini. Dad drives the Cadillac. Mom's got an MG. I don't have a job.
this parking lot, these windows fog transparancy, this radio dubs all of me, august felt us kissing under waterfalls, salty faces choked up on goodbye, it's the last time.
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.