shoot twice |
its always pieced together sloppy in the endno question to whats true and whats pretendand if i write or speak another vague unforgiving lieshoot meall i want is to be at peacebut there is something d...
Posted by on Tue, 08 May 2007 23:35:00 GMT |
blue aztec gold |
sleep with your head tied up in knotsmisery caused by a constant loss of thoughtstry to track your future down to the nth degreenow you mean nothing, nothing to mei cure the disease without thoughtjus...
Posted by on Tue, 08 May 2007 00:56:00 GMT |
my lungs hurt sometimes |
all the streets seem the samewalking around not wanting to claima home thats like a classroom of childrenbut i guess im always wrong so i sit down with my mouth taped playin old dylan songsthere is no...
Posted by on Wed, 02 May 2007 23:38:00 GMT |
lonely deer in headlights |
brick on brick stone on stonegot a long way to go from here my lonely deartired outdrunk on painface is numb, well i feel the samecome near my lonely dearwell im onlyl a young girltrapped up in this c...
Posted by on Wed, 02 May 2007 23:33:00 GMT |
the happy blues |
the skies the bluest bluebut it looks happy tookinda like you do, waiting aloneand i'm a-walkin' fast but i still look back sometimesall the chance meetings in the darkwe never made a movei guess your...
Posted by on Wed, 02 May 2007 23:26:00 GMT |
to do |
have the time when we collidehave the place where my mind slidesgot the thoughts that rush through my mindcatch my breath just in timefor you to dowasting seconds with my linestesting hours of your ti...
Posted by on Wed, 02 May 2007 23:21:00 GMT |
marching sheep band |
was i meant to be the liberatorof the marching band conductor of the showtelling how you needant worry you tired boys am i supposed to feed little secretsto the sick starving startled crowdtell them t...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Apr 2007 11:13:00 GMT |
unknowings and me |
all these names of strangers forgotten so long agothe ones i remember haunt me on days so coldand advice that they send to an acquaintancewith empty pockets and rusty soulit wont be forgottenthe rewar...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Apr 2007 11:04:00 GMT |
clouds from the south |
the clouds keep speaking your language and they've got nowhere better to goso they hang around and shade youwith morbid ideals that feed your souland im never rightyeah im always wrongrunning from fol...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 22:54:00 GMT |
rest in pieces |
you ache all day long from the night beforetaking your time nothing you are looking forbreathing through multiple cigarettesstarving senseless and in need of some restsurvey the damage donerepairs cos...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 22:13:00 GMT |
