It's a mass grave. A dollar-fifty resting place. On the north face. It's a rope I've gotta climb. I'm a stone's throw from everyone I love and know. But I can't show up looking like I do.
The picture is far too big to look at kid. Your eyes won't open wide enough. And you are constantly surrounded. By the swirling stream of what is and what was.
Come by when you get off work. I'll be sitting around doing nothing. Let's wait till the sun goes down. Then we'll drive off deep into the night. . Don't care where we are going.
You wanna sing a song. Okay here we go. Lets sing a song while we're away from home. Hush little Maggie don't say a word. Daddy's gonna buy you a mocking bird.
Sunrise, sunset. Sunrise, sunset. Swiftly go the days. . Sunrise, sunset. You wake up, then you undress. It always is the same. . A sunrise and the sun sets.
{"So long, everything" he shouted. Then he ran next door to Margot's house. "I'm moving," he said, "where?" asked Margot. "Two weeks away, two weeks away," he said M-Mitchell.
He always gets so mad things you laugh at. "Don't get so worked up" you'd say, but on the back deck you admit. That you haven't felt much like laughing lately anyway.
Now and again. It seems worse than it is. But mostly the view is accurate. You see your breath in the air. As you climb up the stairs. To that coffin you call your apartment.
There is a middle-aged woman, she's dragging her feet. She carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat. While the Mexican children kick rocks into the street.
She says she's read too many fashion magazines. She's forgotten what real love is like. And as the basement collects more kids off the street. They smoke themselves to death waiting for the band to begin.
Took the fireworks and the vanity. The circuit board and the city streets. Shooting star, swaying palm tree. Laid it at the arbiter's feet. . If I could change my mind, change the paradigm.
I wanna be the surgeon that cuts you open. That fixes all of life's mistakes. I wanna be the house that you were raised in. The only place that you feel safe.
Here is a scale, weigh it out and you will find. Easily, more than sufficient doubt that. These colors you see were picked in advance. By some careful hand with an absolute concept of beauty.
Virginia is almost sleeping. The night is getting older. There's static on the TV. She's lying on the sofa. The cats crawl over her. . Jenny is in the garage.
The sun came up with no conclusions. Flowers sleeping in their beds. The city's cemetery's humming. I'm wide awake, it's morning. . And I have my drugs, I have my woman.
Poison Oak some boyhood bravery. When the telephone was a tin can on a string. And I fell asleep with you still talking to me. You said you weren't afraid to die.
I had a beautiful, beautiful time. The drives and the talks were amazing. The kind of friend I though I'd never find. I had a beautiful, beautiful time.
Alright. Alright. . The heat comes in distant shifts to fill up my room. It spills out of these ancient vents to meet the new cold. And I lay in my twisted sheets and stare out at the snow.
I had a brother once. He drowned in a bathtub. Before he had ever learned. How to talk. And I don't know what his name was. But my mother does I heard her say it once.
And if it's true, baby, I'm the one in love with you. And I guess that I've been all my life and I love, and I'll try. And I love you more than those other guys.