All the sweet mouth really wanted. just fell from her grip. the worst hell you can drag your soul through. is trying to make all the lies stick. you might as well not make an effort.
The take-off makes no sound. It's high and far away. Your blue sky by the moon. It takes my breath away. . Why do you choose. What you choose to throw.
How do you live traveling like this. You laugh too much. Like things used to be funny. And now it's all a big state of bliss. . We had a little party.
Pale and skinny girl lives in the middle of a mountain. Long golden hair, someone pull her out. She walks across a parking lot. With two quarters in her hand.
I thought there was more life than finishing a dream. I thought gravity helped you to dance. But it just makes you sink. I stand in the way of people who stopped caring.
All the sweet mouth really wanted. Just fell from her grip. The worst hell you can drag your soul through. Is trying to make all the lies stick. . You might as well not make an effort.