i'm wasting my time again, doing stuff i really hate. there goes my life again. i'm slipping into my unhappy state. i want to be better than anything
am i missing something in the way you said to me, "we're missing something, let's find the vacancy." the object shouldn't be to be on top of things. we
Take of your coat Has you by the throat Combat the liquid Mornings that began And it's climbing in through the window Here's another stairway to tumble
the beauty's backgroun is not so pretty holidays are just as shitty pretty or ugly mark up make up makes them crazy lie for waste you'd die to taste it
Everybody, everybody, is watching everybody waiting around. I'm walking to your house. I'm making this trip alone, passing the crowd. And I say, I think
We walk and think and sink and love and fear. We're afraid of earthing. Dizzy. Spinning. Die. Die before it's all through. Fall and hit my head on you
i think you've broken in i think you've reached intersection i think you've loaded the gun past formalities into action the way you stand there face facing
i dreamt this was a castle. i was stuck by the washing machine. you slept by the television. somehow, i couldn't sleep. eventually you woke up and i apologized
If I listened to my own wise words half the time, I wouldn't be so sad half the time. And if I ignored him half the time and closed my eyes and held my
it's harder to tell with all this floor between the counter and the door there's been a filling up holes in the ceiling static the tv sounds like raining
[Originally by Billy Bragg] Help save the youth of America Help save them from themselves Help save the sun-tanned surfer boys And the Californian
is it ok if i don't go out i know i promised i would. is it ok if i leave you there? i really think i should. is it ok if i unplug the phone? is it alright
eight hundred miles for you. eight hundred miles for me. what can i say? it's not so hapless. it's not so harsh. i can take it. so i sit on the porch
don't come home like that. home isn't where we should be hiding. this room is echoing terrifically. your tongue is slipping instinctively. it's a shame
The room was dark and black and blue. I bought a copy of the Times for you. There was moer in that room than you and I. Three hours later I read what
This is how it happens, everything so fast. Look everything is gone. My world, your world, all in one world. Everything's lost when he gets angry. One
a conversation after a long day of sidewalk aggrivations the sky was loveless from the ground up she's like neon signs and coffee special personalities
am i confusing you with lots of stuff with no meaning? i can't help myself. i wake up in the morning, just like you there's no difference. i know sometimes