children come running to the truth. but you've got to peel the skin to get the fruit. and while one's living high another's grieving. but what's sweet by morning is bitter by the evening.
I could give you more. But you still wouldn't be happy. I could give all you need. But you still wouldn't be satisfied. I could give to our poor. Now what good would that be.
What I've got I don't want. All it does is hover and taunt. Reminding me what I used to be. What I may never be again. . Turns out what I'm good at doin.
Was so beautiful how could we not believe. So beautiful how could we not believe. We love. We grieve. Then all seek our reprieve. So beautiful how could we not believe.
It's Christmas morning in the psych ward. There's a flight risk today so a nurse guards the door. There's a man in the corner who sounds just like me.
Was thinking just the other day. Of something I've been trying to say. But I couldn't find the way. To tell you I was born to love you. . Some born to lose.
a house is a home even when it's dark even when the grass is overgrown in the yard even when the dog is too old to bark and when you're sitting at the table trying not to starve.
Trained. You got me trained. You got me trained like a circus freak. To go behind my ears with my feet. While jugglin' fire and keepin' a beat. You got me, you got me, you got me, you got me.