Didn't I warn you not to?. Didn't I warn you good?. Maybe we couldn't help it. Maybe we never should. . Didn't I say it slowly?. Didn't I make it clear?.
There was a time when we were living getting lost in life. The things we'd ridicule to what we'd glorify. From every prison, every passion, every terror, every dream.
my heart is on my sleeve my head is in the sand. i said how did we end up here? you said happenstance. but i didn't understand so i made other plans. i ran to the ocean washed the blood off of my hands.
have you ever been swindled by a swindler who lies. 'cause he wants to see you smile, have a good time, be inspired. and he doesn't want for you to cry or know he cries inside.
Red is the color of blood when I cut myself. And I'm bleeding but that's not a bad thing. Red is the color of puppies and sports cars. A strong symbol of liveliness.
My baby, he says he loves me. My baby, he says he needs me so. Covers me with sunshine. Tucks me in with songs. . Every now and then. Troubles come my way.
This pale Mucha postcard. Brings back orange carpet. We called roaches butterflies. And ate our pies at Birchwood Saloon. . Off the only road that leaves the state.
You're not the guy i met. And if you are only get. One chance to prove it. Baby make it count. . Maybe she let you do that. Maybe some other fool had.
I threw a bottle in the air. And it smashed into a thousand pieces on a concrete street. Where the children play at their feet. . Ran as fast as we could.
When did you unfold, slowly turn cold. And finalize your soul?. Well, I will not be the one to tell your momma. That her son has gone. . From and out the moment we locked eyes.
I ain't cutting my hair till the good lord comes.. I ain't cutting my hair till the good lord comes.. . I ain't cutting my hair till the good lord comes.
I hope you find what you're lookin for when it all comes runnin' down. I hope you find it painted black on your window, or the lips of your lover's frown.
Commodore, commodore, commodore. Well, save yourself, the cellars cold but dry. Commodore, commodore, commodore. Well, grab your coat the wind'll blow out your eyes.
Isn't it hard to pretend that there's no feeling. When you're alone on sunny days. Just give me hope there's some light inside your own engine. Some mechanism, still the same.
Too blind to know your best. Hurrying through the forks without regrets. Different now, every step feels like a mile. All the lights seem to flash and pass you by.
Don't you know that. I'll be around to guide you. Through your weakest moments. To leave them behind you?. . Returning nightmares. Only shadows. We'll cast some light and you'll be alright.
If you have just one,. let me be that love. If you have lots of others,. please let me be. please let me be one. let me be one. . If you like undressing,.
Do you still care or do I sit here, running in place, with my hands in my hair?. And what if I said my friends hate my guts, cause all I talk about is how it was?.
Cosmia. . When you ate I saw your eyelashes. Saw them shake like wind on rushes. In the corn field when she called me. Moths surround me, thought they'd drown me.
That means no. Where I come from. I am cold. Out waiting for the day to come. I chew my lips. And I scratch my nose. Feels so good to be a rose. . Oh don't, don't you lift me up.