I can't fool her anymore. Like I used to do before. All she's gotta do is look. And she reads me like a book. . If I go home I know she'll see. That I been once free.
Send me the pillow that you dream on (that you dream on). Don't you know that I still care for you. Send me the pillow that you dream on (that you dream on).
We met when hope was oh so young. I took you from that drunken bum. And held you like some father. And we both mourned for each other. Oh yes we were so full or hope than that you see.
Every every Sunday, every week. You walk between the beddings you don't need. When you choose a pillow you always wait for somebody to see. . Your eyes are blue and yellow as the flag.
Chocolate and beer, fruit chewing gum. (pa para pa para pa ra pa smart boy). Milk, vinegar, few grains of sand. (pa para pa para para pa should know).
Pack your bags before you go. Cuz' I miss them strawberries in wintertime. Lonely boats on the sand. The birds wish to swim and then the fish to fly. But it's not what I wanted to tell you.
You see, I bought a car. Nothing special, it's just a car. I'm gonna drive it all around. Until it's out of style. . Sell, sell, sell, sell. What is left to sell?.
You know, she lives in my town. Just a few streets further and I can see her everyday. And when she looks straight through me. She looks above me and I can feel it everyday.
Tonight starts to fade. and i'm starting to think things arent so great. life would feel alright if i could just remember what i did last night. why drag the hours from the clock on the wall.
Still recall. What made me like you. Oh yes. They have. Said things about you. And yes. See. Where it's true?. . Thought you could get all you wanted.
There's banging on the wall. It's 5am I've got no sleep at all. Just thoughts of how I might struggle through tomorrow. Too much time in one day. Too much time to occupy.
silently leaving the room. gathering your thoughts from the floor. hopefully no one will hear you. silently closing the door. down the long stairs to the hall.
This room has so many windows. Too many windows. I've sat and watched the trees framed to fade outside. . I hope the seasons treat you well. I hope the seasons treat you kind.
All this stuff, this is the greatest. Now I have to get the latest. My bottled water purifies me. After I eat my processed cheese. Superteen!. . Straighten my hair when I go to the beach.
Stuck in here got nothing to do. It's alright 'cause I can write 'bout you. If I have something to say I can say it out loud. Say how you're just one of the crowd.
Soak the sun, cinnamon. What went wrong, summer song. Splinter snag, wind vein ragged. Faded trends, summer ends. . What's that, I thought I heard you say?.
Run away hindsight. You've shown my shrine of. Priceless regrets. I'll stay. Shame me. Naked in my Open House gallery. Why do I pull it away from me?.
What's the point in reaching you, my lonely friend?. What's the point in friends if friends cannot offend?. . I am not impressed not that, I claim to know what's best.