you fucking killed yourself, slit your wrists with my fucking car. i hope you felt real fuckin' stupid on the way to the emergency room. i had to fix
one good reason you should turn and come back home or the right to blame you girl i dont have much at all i still got you picture taped to the dashboard
At point black well you'll know If you got the balls to win the show So be aware, if you dare cause you're racin towards glory Go on we're on the road
A leatherneck, jarhead marine He said the radiator leaks and the timing belt is worn But the heart and soul of this old beat-up truck, Is the Dashboard
I'm always assuming the worst, but you're going on none the less and there's nothing to cusion your heart led fall. Letters from further away keep pulling
Sleep with all the lights on. You're not so happy. You're not secure. You're dying to look cute in your blue jeans, but you're plastic just like everyone
On the way home, this car hears my confessions. I think tonight I'll take the long way. This weather. The wind outside is biting. It has left me feeling
It is yet to be determined, but the air is thick, & my hope is feeling worn. I'm missing home, & I'm glad you're not a part of this, there are parts
It's just like you to contest you wear it like a label on your breast don't you see what this takes of me? A certain callousness complies with your
This paint has been tasting of lead and their chips will fall as they may, but it's not just my finish that is peeling, and it is not alone fleeing these
So quiet another wasted night, the television steals the conversation. Exhale, another wasted breath, again it goes unnoticed. Please tell me that
When I'm back from the road then you're out on it and i'm tired of this distance and I believe it's over, it's over-rated. And this phone tag game is
Save up, until you've had it. Your purse gone, but you won't go on. Brought down with a force of nature. Breathing off my lung. It's not easy to like
So long sweet summer. I stumbled upon you and gratefully basked in your rays. So long sweet slumber. I fell into you now you're gracefully falling
The sky glows I see it shining with my eyes closed I hear your warnings but we both know I'm gonna look at it again Don't wait, Don't wait The
Goddamn you half-Japanese girls Do it to me every time Oh, the redhead said you shred the cello And I'm jello, baby But you won't talk, won't look, won
Which of the bold face lies will we use? I hope that you're happy You really deserve it This'll be best for us both in the end But your taste still
Dead on the shadow knows, the light exposed the darkest holes In confidence you hold for you and yours the key alone But I heard the story goes a little