Hallelujah, holla back
Talk, talk with your mouth full, keep it shut
Words fall short, so we'll pick them up
You can't breathe in
You'll choke on it, now spit it up
We won't forget, we can't forget to pick it up again
Hold tight to everything
Take aim; Let it be, it's the last time. Must grasp the time or fall back in line
To fix this mess, these clocks will spin forever (forever) these clocks will spin forever.
The common ground we stand on built with love
Broken hearts, passive fists as we move on
To better things then fall apart
Pick it up, hold it close, don't look back, just let it go
To close to give up, take it slow
Hands pass fast, but you'll catch up!
Suffered enough.
Come on kid let's kick it up
We said, (you said) we had enough
It's time, (this time) to suck it up
This place, (right here) were all grown up
We'll finish what we started
Take aim; Let it be, it's the last time. Must grasp the time or fall back in line
To fix this mess, these clocks will spin forever (forever) these clocks will spin forever
We won't forget To pick it up agian
We won't forget To pick it up again
Hold tight to everything
When we move on, you'll remember.
When we move on, you’ll remember.
When we move on, you'll remember.
When we move on, you'll remember.
Take a breath, fill our lungs
For what it's worth
Hand in hand we can jump
Knowing were close
We feel the rush as we fall down
Finding peace in our hearts, these foolish thoughts, were getting close
Remember, don't forget
Grasp this, its time to move on it
Time to move on
Paul- "Supermodels are beautiful girls, Will.
A beautiful girl can make you dizzy,
like you've been drinking Jack and Coke all morning.
She can make you feel high full of the single greatest commodity known to man - promise.
Promise of a better day.
Promise of a greater hope.
Promise of a new tomorrow.
This particular aura can be found in the gait of a beautiful girl.
In her smile,
In her soul,
The way she makes every rotten little thing about life seem like it's going to be okay.
The supermodels, Willy?
That's all they are.
Bottled promise.
Scenes from a brand new day.
Hope dancing in stiletto heels."
My Friends:
zach (hardcore dancer)
Skyla (one legged spaz)
Allyson (ducttape is not her friend)
Adriana (secretly 20. She just doesn't want to leave the 7th)
Andrea (Nice)
Drew C. (Gynecologist?)
Michelle (fohawk?)
Allison (((Teller)))
Steve (beaver)
Pot (Does not live up to her name.)
Shit:
Bridge City Skatepark
The Doorway
Day Two
Element Eighty