I'm growing out my hair. like it was when I was single. it was longer than I've known you. I had no money then. I had no worries then at all. {But with} such a high standard of living.
First with your hands and then with your mouth.. A downpour of sweat, damp cotton clouds.. I was a fool, you were my friend. We made it happen.. . You took off your clothes, left on the light. You stood there so brave. You used to be shy. Each feature improved, each movement refined and eyes like a showroom..
There's a skinny dog. In a dirty parking lot. And he doesn't bite. But he begs. And he knows what's true. So if you are, he'll follow you. If you're headed home.
Amy's got a baby in her stomach. She took my hand I felt it kick. So she's crying an glowing. She's 3 months and showing. Seeing her now makes me want to live.
I wish I saved it for rainy days. 'Cause they're the hardest to stay dry. Got no self control. I'm always beggin' into telephones. And then I. I bought a little from my brother's friend.
Come on in, my weary friend. The welcome here is endless. . These fears of yours, like painted whores. They will not stay the night. If all your life you've done what's right.
My friend you were the model. A priceless work of art. Boys would fashion their emotions. To the pattern of your heart. And I heard you wrote that record.
There is a car parked where the block begins. And there are people singing praises. Say, "It's all because of him". And there is a bird perched on a frayed, wet wire.
In the morning. When you throw up water. And your skin turns a pale pale yellow. Well everyday you lose more color. . Do you think that someone paints your mirror?.
It was in the march of the winter I turned seventeen. That I bought those pills. I thought I would need. And I wrote a letter to my family. Said it's not your fault.
I picked you out. Of a crowd and talked to you. Said I liked your shoes. You said, "Thanks, can I follow you?". So it's up the stairs. And out of view, no prying eyes.
If you walk away I walk away. First tell me which road you will take. I don't want to risk our paths crossing someday. So you walk that way I'll walk this way.
If you walk away I walk away. First tell me which road you will take. I don't want to risk our paths crossing someday. So you walk that way I'll walk this way.
When the President talks to God,. Are the conversations brief or long?. Does he ask to to rape our women's rights?. And send poor farm kids off to die?.
I get my whiskey from a well, except on holidays. Then it's the top shelf. But tonight I don't mind if I spend a little more. Cause you're a tolerant woman and the world is at war.
If you hate the taste of wine. Why do you drink it 'til you're blind?. And if you swear that there's no truth and who cares. How come you say it like you're right?.
If you hate the taste of wine. Why do you drink it 'til you're blind?. And if you swear that there's no truth and who cares. How come you say it like you're right?.
Anchormen spike their blood, wear masks of mud. Cucumbers cut to fit their eyes. And so no one would know how tired they've grown. Of talking and telling their lies.
It's not the road we used to know. They tore some buildings down. The traffic's like a pack of dogs. . There's fewer trees, windows, fleas. There's concrete on the lawn.
Last Saturday. I stood in your entry way. A place where we used to wait. For cars to carry us away. Like once in this storm. They drove me and Justin home.