Blame it on false childhoods. And false reason and false shame. Blame it on false travel. False explanation and false blame. . But you don't know who to blame.
In the rites of passage, I did partake. But to say that I'm responsible would be a mistake. What do I have to do to prove myself to you?. . In a manner of speaking, you've taken all the finest pieces.
If you rely on what your senses tell you, you'll be let down. 'Cause sometimes they deceive you, I sensed that. You cared about me, but it was hallucinatory.
Here's how to understand your friends. It's been like six years of the same thing. Nothing can be believed unless you say it. Nothing but good times up ahead for you.
So you think you're pretty cool. The exception to the rule. As the keeper of the fuel. You should've known. It wouldn't last you. . And you're hardly getting wise.
I'm just not sure of where to stand. But I don't need to have a sense of judgement. I don't need everything if you don't know. (You're a bird that's bound together).
Paint me lifeless gray. For I have lost a friend today. To desperate selfishness. And so I will regress. . To something more disturbing. Than all my words can say.
Miserable Mrs. Green sit by yourself and think awhile. Of all that once could have been instead of what is now. Well how does it even feel, you're no longer Madame Butterfly.
Ever get that feeling that you're just an act. Even though you meant it as a fact. And any old equation you thought that it would do. And you didn't care which way you turned a screw.
Something 'bout the whiteness of the phone. Something 'bout the genius of modern music. How can I think, how can I fail you?. . Something 'bout the distance to the nerve.
I've spent half of my life in this, God, awful place. And I dare say I've only grown older. I've had all I can take with patience and kindness. I can't wait in this line any longer.
"Don't break your back for me," she said. Without hesitation. All these things we don't need and. Two saved up vacations. . Well, don't you recall mornings spent.
He closed his eyes and was alone. He held his hand and felt it grow. He had become a gyroscope. All wound inside and no control. . And all the tiny tendrils.
Everyone sworn to protect us in a dreaming state now. All the nations sharing it, they are the dreaming states now. . Maybe ours is a friendship of the future.
Farewell, typewriter. Now you've gone away. Over dramatic and underfed. To visions unheard of in any bed. . I checked my mailbox, but you weren't inside.
It's too nice to breathe. And I was feeling dirty 'til now. Now witness me silent. Now I've got over thirty. . Good reasons to live. It's too nice to breathe.
Ooh, met you in the summer. In the summer wave. Ooh, but little have you come. Why'd you come my way?. . Let's make a plan that let's us both win. And wear a shady grin.
Behind, beneath, below a certain level of intoxication. Hidden like a joyful bundle, prisoner of inebriation. . If you had the chance, would you realize.
Say goodbye to your friends and family. Pack your promises silently. Leave a note on your kitchen table. This is all you will ever be. . So hope for a better place.
I was wearing blinders to stave off the reminders of your image. Never contemplating the incinerating of my image. The rites of spring had no meaning in my brain.