I look for car wrecks when I'm bored, can't stop watching. Cause I was promised that a killer time would be had by all. In a town famous for automobiles
About 2 minutes past the river where the sinners spent their lonely nights, there lied a dirt road waiting for us, hidden were the broken street signs
that responsibility. When everybody wants to be somebody else, anybody would stick their neck out for you. You're gonna make them feel sick. You're gonna make them throw a
've made; I'm just tired of being alone. I'd try to change, but I'd just end up the same, upset and alone. Life's a pile of shit, only deeper. Where's
This grin is shit-eating and fleeting like a catamaran. It fits me better than a smile on a dead man. Watch the hands of the ticking clock for emotional
i get up in the morning eyes swollen shut past peek? stale and weak and washed up that squippers?? is the well and chaneys?? got me reminiscing on my
Catch me. I'm a wreck who let my conscience down. I bet the animals sleep well after they hunt. Someone open up a fucking window. Something just fucking
be forgetting you. It's a cathartic song like that other shitty one and I have never felt so old. I'd cool off and sleep it away, but it's a hot fucking
wrong. And I can only wait for you to call. You'll never sleep alone. When it comes down, it's not easy. Why can't we stay gone? Because you've got a
Staring down deep in silence (???) Stepdad was a drunk and every week there was a battle. Rubbing elbows with the morning cattle(?) sacrifices (???)
want her. I just want the chance to see. Because all of my dreams mean shit to others. I want to go back and fix what's wrong with me. Life has a way
Save my mind and break my heart, because when my body dies, you'll have that trophy for your wall. How could I want you that much? I'll never know. And
in rust we'll rule it with an iron fist behind a drum beat again it's all over you motherfuckers the moral to story is shit to a rug two fingers up if
There's a waiting list to the bottom, under you. Ex-husbands, romantics and perverts and masochists. I'm gonna be there too. Where's the stop where the
You knew it all, Inside your head was graceful. You knew suffering was fair. Thank you much. Do we deserve this type of fate? I need this now. Do we
a glimpse of Dave Neitz and Eric smokes a dime. Snake might drive by with the Beans by his side and Jarrett's drinking wine. And Trevor has a fit over a
It's been years since I sold my soul. What a life: no advice and no guidance. Worked through the weekend at my bullshit job with the pumps and the
s just as insulting. What for? It's not alive, and not dead. Looking for a reason to be? Can we find a balance, a medium? My anger was a heavy weight
