My hand are shaking. From carrying this torch. From carrying this torch for you. . My lips are bleeding. From kissing you goodbye. From kissing you goodbye every night.
I don't think that this is what I looked for. I don't seem to care or cry no more. I cannot say I'm sorry. Just worried something is out of order. . You say I should quit but what can I do.
It's not over at all. You're just trying to smile. I know perfectly well. Such are things we both know. And we think we should say. Just to organize the stains.
I was floating on a stream. Words came easy as the seemed. And as conversations go. I let this one go off enough. Tonight I'll just sit here on my back.
I'm not from here; please help me out. I didn't grow up around here. Is it my eyes that give me away?. Or is it just the tears?. . I shouldn't be so lost.
You better know by know she said. I made no effort to defend myself against her claim. There wasn't anything to add, and so I blurted out. I guess it's gonna rain today.
Dawn. Got up pretty early. I sing songs. I try to get attention. Get it wrong. She knows I'm never lonely. She goes on and she says, "Why don't you come baby".
I know I was out of line. You were way out of your mind. Wrapped up in my reveries. Causing all this misery. . Hear me out. If ever there's a chance in heaven.
Good day, I like you when you're drunk. I only wish I was there, not trapped upon this bunk. Hurry, and to God-knows where. In a land far, far away; in a low-budget production.
Don't be ridiculous sweet darling. It's so unlike you to be blue. You had them the moment you walked in. Oh everyone's rooting just for you. And every smile and every grin.
Forcing my way out of sleep. I inhale the smell of spring and greens. And bucket loads of bees. Migraine's been all of over me. The softest meadow would've cracked my head.
When there is light from up above. Then there will come a sacred dove. To the basement, to the basement. . When there is fear you won't have to cry. Napkins are here, they'll dry your eyes.
One hundred thousand cars have passed this house. The celebration starts with laughter. . Can it be that we're not clean?. The days have turned to haze.
You could be sad but never torn. You saw the light when it was on. You never turned or looked away. Your eyes were focused, mine were grey. . Your sentences were concentrated.
They were seen high-jacking someone's car. They drove far away. And it's in the news, the papers too. It's all around. . Some of us already knew the truth.