Indivisible, you are the one Impossible to hear what you say to me at night can't I have some covers back? It's so cold on the wrong side of the bed
he calls me goliath and i wear the david mask i guess the stones are coming too fast for her now you know I'd like to believe this nervousness will pass
that's my other hand, open and empty it wants one too I guess that's my other jaw, swollen and shameless it talks too much I know and another singer
headstrong is willing to live like a rat in a hole headstrong....unwilling to listening anyone at all keeps her head above the water, keeps her head
Margaret came to me was all she said before she knew my name she was in my bed she was only sweet sixteen 20,000 days younger than me Margaret feels
I wake up to beat the sun from her glory I'm only one cigarette away from mobility It's always punch in punch out go to work and go back home there's
"he's a real cannibal." she goes: "I think I'll call him roderigo" dress him up in darker clothes, sell him away standing underneath her gun "sit up
here's a tall, a mulatto. boy i know and he comes to every party - he stands alone viewing them the rest, from the corner of his glance it gets so clear
my my stomach hurts again tonight she says: and crashes on her floor cuts what she can't unite ties it to a door if mercy was a cattle call she didn'
I slept throught easter yesterday right through christmas just the same the priest came up to me all up in arms he said, "devil boy what have you done
"don't go there" I heard her say. "you can't stomach what you're going to see" It's down there, by the water's edge wasted and bloated and waiting for
Every thing's a blessing in disguise You wear yours, I'll wear mine Every thing's a blessing in disguise Falling to rise, the vanishing me is aching to
She's got a ticket But you need more than a ticket to get you there You need a string of good intentions And an easy burn Maybe some good luck With the
It's not the clothes that she borrows Just call me out 'cause you know I'll follow Back through the backdoor into June Luck will sleep the October June
As I step out into space. I wonder what you would say. If you knew that I was here. Perfecting my mistakes. I poured that gasoline. Last drop to the machine
So you're sticky and you're young And your head is like a sponge You go to keep yourself Keep you from becoming one Get up off of your knees You feel
Had a dream. And you were my dream. Saw your face. Real in a dream. Sugar mouth. Stings like a bee. Dreams with me at night. Come around. An image of
Do you think that people get tired of themselves? Is that why the T.V.?s on all the time? It don?t take much to get it right back on track But it won?
