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Choose from any number of magazines. Who do you want to be?. Billy idol or cool moe dee?. . If you're afraid they might discover. Your redneck past. There are a hundred ways to cover your redneck past.
I'd like to tell you. Like to tell you. Tell you everything. Cause nothing changes. Ever changes. Doesn't seem the same these days. Dave's been a mess since Cheryl left.
She's a million miles away. From me. Separated by a hollow wooden door. Some time we can't erase. Serves me right. To let her in the first time. That she knocked.
Barren stares as they light up the screen. Bearing teardrops that shatter in slow motion. Novocaine our brains and we're out like lights. And as I'm growing older I'm bored.
Your Uncle Walter's going on and on. 'bout everything he's seen and done. The voice of fifty years experience. He's drunk watching the television. You know he's been around the world.
Do you not hear me anymore. I know it's not your thing to care. I know it's cool to be so bored. I sucks me in. When you're aloof. It sucks me in, it sucks it works.
Destiny was calling. Monday afternoon. Wednesday you'll be crawling. And you'll pray to be there soon. With sports and wine. . Some men never grew up.
Leaf by leaf and page by page. Throw this book away. All the sadness, all the rage. Throw this book away. . Rip out the binding and tear the glue. And all of the grief we never even knew.
Now the houses are ghosts. Over Silver Street. They got 'em dressed up like clowns. Married couples slamming doors. Bums praising the Lord. You're playing tapes for the town.
I thought about sitting on the floor in second grade. I couldn't keep the pace. I thought I was the only one moving in slow motion. While the other kids knew something I did not.
Tourists wear their wallets in high places when abroad. So as not to be ripped off in ways to which they're not apprised. Lawyers write some goofy terms in letters to the future.
Won't you look up at the skyline. At the mortar, block, and glass. And check out the reflections in my eyes. See they always used to be there. Even when this was all was grass.
September '75 I was 47 inches high. Mom said someday I would have. A bad ass mother G.I. Joe. For your little minds to blow. I still got beat up after class.
The lights are off again. She took me by surprise. She's so sensitive. This shit just happens sometimes. She's my everything. She's my best friend and more.
She plays wipe out on the drums. The squirrels and the birds come. Gather around to sing the guitar. Oh I... have you got nothing to say. When all words fail she speaks.
I met this girl. She looked like Axl Rose. Got drunk and took her home. And we slept in our clothes. And in the morning put. My feet on the floor. And thought.
Lying awake in my hospital room. Silas Creek parkway is my only view. And the doctor just came by and told me the news. I need a second opinion. I don't believe that it's true.
Yeah. Girl, it's been a long time. Since we had it going on that way. Feelings getting stronger. Each and every day. . Wake up, oh yeah. I can feel you but you're not there.
I wish it was last September. When we could lose ourselves in crowds every day. Cause Emaline don't walk in time. She's not the same, that's all you can say.