Sometimes I wish, we had a short term memory. Just enough to recognize each other's face. It would be the same old stories but you're. Hanging onto every single word I have to say.
Love is not strong, love is not stable. I tried to hold it but I wasn't able. I never thought that I'd be saying this to you. What else could I do?. .
I awoke to a threat that was empty. A grandstand of I'm not through with you yet. A slamming door becomes my punctuation. . And I escape for a thrill ride with my friends.
Show is over, close the story book. There will be no encore. And all the random hands that I have shook. Well, they're reaching for the door. . I watch their backs as they leave single file.
Your friends are making faces. when we walk in these places. am I to blame. why don't you blow, blow, blow,. blow them all away and start again. I don't want to doubt you.
I've grown tired of conversation. all the play by play. a remedy for my salvation. seems so far away. full time jobs at part time wages. all the cubicles are cages.
(Brian Vander Ark). another day of deflating your face into tears. I shook your mood with the game and a bottle of beer. the day I fell off of the wagon you threw up your hands in disgust.
Growin' up, it was tough. We were glad for what little we had. I saw my share of old fair, Mississippi. Dirt roads and Confederate flags. . Everyday my father would tell me.
Another day of deflating your face into tears. I shook your mood with the game and a bottle of beer. The day I fell off of the wagon, you threw up your hands in disgust.