You've got some balls (and you keep them well protected by your friends). Soon come the day when you can hide no more. There will be an end to all your
You like your coffee black, your neighborhood white, your lights are out at nine o' clock at night. Are you affraid of everything, or just the truth?
When I was younger, 14 or so, I lived my life like it was over. Spent my days searching for cigarette butts, my nights in a newspaper bin. Loitered the
You are the only good suggestion. Truth in an age of question. And in my compassless digression, you give me sense of direction. I got it bad for you
Here it is I hide, independently confined to this Half Friend Town. Prisoner where I reside, cower from the Gainesville eye. Welcome to Half Friend Town
say for me to know it, you don't have to draw. As the evening rolled, we finally wiped the smiles from our faces. It wasn't as hard as we'd thought all
Your secrect is safe with everybody. "Good", I said ,"Because I don't want nobody else to know." (Note that double-negative.) Tell me how it feels to
Know what you fucking get? Molotov cocktail, thats what you fucking get
the road and you ignite. Just add Pabst and eyes grow wild. I know this town has got you down and you can't take the pain she brings, so fuck old friends
Sometimes I'd like to know the insides of my wrists. Sometimes I'd like to do what does not happen after this. It's crazy, but it seems that I do nothing
Morningleaver starts her day. Morningleaver's got her way: never stay. At a loss for clever entrance lines, the room's just the same once you're in.
I went to see a rabbi but despite his advise I want an operation I will not father life operation, operation snip & tie, snip & tie they send me to
Count me in, before you kick me out. We could argue 'till we're blue in my face, adding assault to injury. Be gentle. It's my last time to shine, else
Don't expect what you've been expecting. Don't look for love here, no love to be found. Gruesome on the upstroke, painful going down. It's gonna be a
Ruffian, bear your scar. So you came to prove your might, and it's such a brutal sight. Jab right, left, uppercut... and on your face is pure delight
Once near, now remote. Not just far, remote. Saw you downtown, remote. Eyes shifting, around and around. Remote. I'm sure it's cold inside your room.
t you have more to shout about? Is that what made us friends? Is that what made me okay? Is that all there was to me? Back. And its a shame we view this as