Should I know your place. And my place or undiscovered. Through a curtain or refinery. Not certain or temporary. I should be more considerate. Of the others on call.
what was he wearing. what was i doing. that bittersweet feeling that i was doing something right. and i drive and i think. that you are the most beautiful woman i know.
Give up like a man. I've seen that you are serious. Holier than thou art. How can we say we are ready yet?. . Under a dream of a lie. Under a dream of a lie.
Sylvester's three on a tin roof. Kathy Dick and the Burden of Proof. if you're lookin' at me you're looking at the truth. under the same moon. an inscence burned and a rusty comb.
The last thought that you think today. Has already happened. The link between profound and pain. Covers you like sherwin williams. . The smokey joe is broken.
Thought I felt a chill. Thought an underrated skill. A hazard to the emotionally challenged. . Fibers from a rope. In the roughness of your hand you cope.
Well I hate Nathan Bedford Forrest. He's the featured artist in the devil's chorus. And damn they're looking ugly to me. Damn they're looking ugly to me.
Well, I wanna be held. Yeah, I wanna be cuddled. I wanna find me a real nice girl. With a nice little butt oh. . Neighborhood's getting better and I'm moving out.
Wearing a halo of mist. Glowing pink and purple. In the afternoon light. Sprawling from a hub. They gave way to patches of green. . The wine colored country.
This is my song don't sing along. It's opinions disarrayed of might are drooped. Like good men I am disabled. From understanding what we are taught to condemn.
You lay around the house. Nothing much to bark about, jump onto the bed. Just bones and squirrels inside your head. This is the only life I see for you.
When things blink just right. Like they're blinking here tonight. From the corner of my eye. They came to be. . Tell your trouble to. Someone stuck here just like you.
In the hour of the girl, you can make this danger witness. Or whatever, without your heart, you can wish you could relate. If it's always gonna be, sit beside me on a star.
Where's the keys cause i've forgotten. Where i put them when i came home. I thought i left them there on the table. I will need them when i go out. . And i count your fingers you still have ten.
The right of callous goes to malice and molders in the grave. You seem to witness inner fitness, leaves without a trace. . To turn about inside the outer layer that we save.
He hated to shower. Cause he wanted to smell. What was left of the girl. That stayed at his hotel. Still the water was warm. With the soap in his hand.
Hobbled by the fact. That there must be a problem. Confident that there's a trace. Of honor that we share. . So lets begin again. And lets not try to answer.
Hey girl. Is it really right for me?. Send a little message. That I know I can see. . Behold the life I lead for you. One would hope they only life will do.
Bugs rub their legs. Together in fevered pitch. It trips me out. Never gonna let it out. . Birds they wheeze. And my legs they itch. Yeah, it flips me out.
the clerk smiled as she saw the same nut pick up a personal size grocery basket and head down aisle two. she smiled because periodically this guy would return with a basket full of glade lock and hold room freshener and deodorizer. it's a deodorizer that works on the same principle as a bug bomb. simply push down on the button and it fills the room with a scented fog. the man would buy only about five or six cans at a time. he'd been coming in for about five weeks now. sometimes he would come in twice a week. he seemed like a normal guy. he was kind of balding in his mid thirties wearing a black leather jacket. and he was always so damn dusty something soft about his features. it looked like it was makeup but it was just dust. he paid with a twenty and said thank you and left..