I'm at my best when I'm at my worst. I'm at my worst when it's not rehearsed. I don't wanna know the goddamn words. I don't wanna have to spell it out.
Your daddy and my daddy had a drink at the bar. Talking about what was best for me. Without a name or a degree,. Stubbornly holding onto you. And you pulling away from me.
So he would sulk and drink and mope. . And cross his arms and hope to die.. . And then a fairy came one night. . To bring this sorry boy to life.. . She pulled some strings.
So he would sulk and drink and mope. and cross his arms and hope to die.. And then a fairy came one night. to bring this sorry boy to life.. She pulled some strings,.
Dorothy, I know you've had amazing dreams. We can't go chasing down each golden street. Each and every rainbow, each passion, each unattainable goal. We're not in dreamland anymore.
Don't lie, where have you been?. Your teeth are red, your eyes are peppermints. Sailing out to sea with your new best friend. You don't like the way you live so you play pretend.
That's cool.. I guess you're fitted for solitude. This suit doesn't fit you. Lonely fish - cry in this cage. Does your owner ignore you?. . Well, now I'm thinking that I.
I wanna live life duty free. Let my instincts take the lead. I wanna take what I can get. Don't wanna choose, don't wanna beg. I want down from this family tree.
There's a time and a place, this is neither the time nor the place.. "where do I fit in, in this jigsaw of a relationship? !?. Why should I play the fall guy to your love?.
There's a ghost in my bed. She cries in her sleep. She says I won't let her leave. I lie perfectly still. As she stifles her tears. I don't want to disturb her.
Before we ever saw straight. We were graspin' at straws. A debate was born. Picket lines were drawn. . There was this big bang once. Now we're learnin' to use our thumbs.
For twenty years I've held this pulpit. Preached the word, served the Eucharist. Gained the trust of the townsfolk. Made every football game, never missed a social.
Jeannie's. Been throwing up all morning. Poor girl's been so heartsick. Ever since her boyfriend went to war. . Father Cole's. Done his best to console the girl.
Cut it out. Your self-inflicted pain. It's getting too routine. The crowds are catching on. To the self-inflicted song. Well, here we go again. The art of acting weak.
Here's a new recruit. With new confusion. His racing thoughts should be (unmade). If he needs more time, give him more time. We are (not in a prison).
The furnace burns, the baby turns. She cries when she's hungry. The morning paper will knock the door. To interrupt their slumbers. . Are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader's wife?.
Your gentleman caller,. Well, he's been calling on another. He loves his forbidden fruit.. And as it dribbles down his chin. He cries, "baby, I've been drinking with some friends! now how 'bout a little kiss...".
The days are spent. chatting amongst the workers. of how cold it is outside,. not to mention their greatest fears. like finding their children neglected and naked.
The days are spent. chatting amongst the workers. of how cold it is outside,. not to mention their greatest fears. like finding their children neglected and naked.