He'd get home at five-thirty. Fix a drink and sit down in his chair. Pick a fight with momma. Complain about the kids gettin' in his hair. At night he'd sit alone and smoke.
Painted a perfect picture. And busted my frame. With all this cheap ass talking. You need an oxygen tank. If you're gonna do it, do it right. Got to catch the flow, got to hit em low.
A little girl lost,. her world full of pain.. He said it feels good,. She gave him her vein.. The dope made her numb. and numb felt like free.. Until she came down, down, down.
He'd get home at 5: 30, fix his drink. And sit down in his chair. Pick a fight with mama. Complain about us kids getting in his hair. At night he'd sit alone and smoke.
I hated high school, I prayed it would end. The jocks and their girls, it was their world, I didn't fit in. Mama said, "Baby, it's the best school that money can buy.
(Mary Gauthier/Crit Harmon). . Davey stole a Christmas tree from K-Mart last night. red ribbons and silver bells, angels dressed in white. He tied, it to the bridge rail so passing cars would see.