They ask for more; What do you think this fanclub is for? I slithered up each rose corridor, I kept a warm safe place in my core before I lost it
Come into the den Come into the den You've got a glow You've got a glow Climb into my arms With blood on your clothes You've got a glow You've got a
Jeremy Lee had an ice-creamery. On the evening of October 10th he lost fifty-five dollars and seventy cents, was shot twice in the chest and again in
Hot breath rought skin, warm laughs and smiling, the lovliest words whispered and meant you like all these things. But, though you like all these things
And I have seen the world of dreams, fresh-flown through the trees then dropped off at the curb alive, have seen the world awake, and I don't know
Sit back, no song is written, it's nothing you thought of yourself. It's just a ghost that came unbidden to this house. This infection gets stronger
The paranoid great movie queen sits idly, fully armed Powder and mascara, they're a warning light for charm We see her every movie night, the strong
April Anne, with a red bandana 'round your head Pretty Anne, with a peacock-feathered fan said That the sash around your waist had turned to lead And
Auntie Alice, where are you now? We rung your number and they called it "disconnected." In a dream you come sailing out of a pool of deep blue water.
I'm coming into your town. Night is falling to the ground, but I can still see where you loved yourself before he tore it all down. April 12th, with
I'm the band in a show bout a man holding hands with his wife On a therapist couch with his face to the crowd after fucking around countless nights And
Here I am back home again I'm here to rest All they ask is where I've been Knowing I've been West I'm the family's unowned boy Golden curls of envied
Wrap your blackest coat around your throat tonight. There's a brand-new tune around the moon tonight. And your father's standing by the water without
They're waiting to hate you So give them an excuse They say that it changed you I know that can't be true I came in the entrance the makeup girl went
She was once mine That smile that shines from the glossy magazine that stuck inside the Sunday Times She was so sweet on Christmas Eve With the snow
Sam, bless him, has died and left this home, the woodchucks running wild, the bushes overgrown. Slip unseen into the skein of trees, slide through dusky
Safe, safe - enjoy your time feeling so safe, and treasure that smile on your face, okay? Because time will see that it's replaced in a while. So go
Disfigured cowboy Mirror in pieces Hold the receiver Trace the police station lines to my number. Number my reasons for this paranoia for these accusations
