You're just a waste of time. You're just a babbling face. You're just three sick holes that run like sores. You're a fucking waste. You're like a slug on the floor.
Run around the chairs in your sunday dress. It's the best thing money can buy. or leave me on the stairs with my feet in the air. I think that I'm Jazzy like Christ.
Ha ha ha!. Wake up in the dark. The aftertaste of anger in the back of my mouth. Spit it on the wall. And cough some more. And scrape my skin with razor blades.
(la la la la la la la...). I stopped the car. . The other day. I had to ask a little. Girl the way. I thought she'd show me. Better if she got inside.
Time slips away. And the light begins to fade. And everything is quiet now. Feeling is gone. And the picture disappears. And everything is cold now. The dream had to end.
Secrets. Share with another girl. Talking all night in a room. . All night. Everything slowing down. I wish I was yours. . Strangers. Nobody knows we love.
When you screw up your eyes. When you screw up your face. When you throw out your arms. And keep changing your shape. Taste the taste in your mouth. Taste the taste on your tongue.
10.15 on a Saturday night. And the tap drips. Under the strip light. . And I'm sitting. In the kitchen sink. And the tap drips. Drip, drip, drip. . Waiting for the.
You know those things I said. All those things that made you cry. I didn't really mean that stuff. I didn't really mean that stuff. All I ever really mean.
Shout. Shout. Shout. New day. New lie. . I see this again. The same. This time has gone again. . This. In the sky. This. Here in my hand. Shout. . Related.
When my phone started buzzing with my buddy. Saying let's paint the town, it sounded good. When that sexy bartender, nine or tenner. Said it's two for ones now, it sounded good.
First one came at 10:35. A 'Hey, what you doing?. 11:15 Are you alright, did you finally get moved in?'. 12:18 I miss you. 12:36 Wish I could kiss you one more time,.
Well they call em' the cheap seats,. yeah right fifty bucks a piece,. it's pretty steep for a guy like me.. But it's worth it baby just to see your eyes.
Taxi's here. Everybody better finish their beer. Throw on your hats. Slip on your boots. We 'bout to slide outta here. Check out this town. All the pretty things runnin' around.
You wish on 'em, party underneath 'em. Way out there where it's easy to see 'em. Stars, yeah. If they line up, tonight you're gonna, thank your lucky ones for shining down on ya.
Ice meltin' down in another strong drink. Takin' my time, sipping through the pain alone, all alone. Guiltin' on up and gettin' out of this place. Ain't worth the chance of me seeing your face again, not with him.
Don't sound like me. It's hard to believe. Only been three weeks. And my worlds spinnin' round a girl. The prettiest thing I ever saw. I've stood all.
Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring. My summer wine is really made from all these things. . I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to.
Standing at the punch table swallowing punch. Can't pay attention to the sound of anyone. A little more stupid, a little more scared. Every minute more unprepared.
Il est trois heures moins quart. Sur la Main, il est tard. Les filles ont dansé pour toi. Pour te consoler, leur roi. . Et si tu dors seul ce soir. Parmi leurs pleurs d'aurore.