Dad dad why did you let that man. Push you around like that. You should have beat him down. Down to the ground. Down to the ground for that. . He said, "Son, you're still young.
Bands with managers are going places. Bands with messy hair and smooth white faces. . But you don't believe when I say. That it won't be alright, alright.
My dress shoes on. The well kept cemetery lawn. Both of them weeping. Their one good son now was gone. . The irony to see my dad. Down on his knees. Crying out to Jesus.
We barely ever fight she knows that I love her. At first we made it every night but I don't want to bug her about it. She just has a funny way of loving me.