lay your head He still lives here I just can?t make him stay Well, move over anyway? Cuz I can?t get no rest With these feelings droppin in like uninvited
Ready for it all And maybe I'm not ready Cause maybe I can't see That I believe in Jesus, Does Jesus believe in me? You seem so cold You seem so uninvited
Sometimes I wish I had a hiding place Where no one could give me their shit For the dreams that I have Sometimes I wish I had a little book That had
Jesus is coming back to see us in a '59 Ford Top down, leather all around, quick-throw four-on-the-floor High stakes earthquakes watching as the world
One and one is two Two and two are four You and I are nothing When you slam the door Screaming and shouting When is it gonna stop? You kicked over my
There's a half-empty beer on the TV set A fellow victim of sad neglect It's warm and flat, smells like I don't know what and floating on top's an old
Well, I met Don Quixote in a bar the other night He looked a little pale but he said he was alright He loved Dulcenea but she left him all the same For
Pack your bags with all your essentials Birth control pills, eyeliner pencils Got me a car with a tank full of gas We'll get married in Vegas and blow
Big talk, big words Deaf ears, no one heard The screaming of your adolescent rage It's just a phase Cracked ribs, cracked heads We all thought you'd end
Life gets in my face Takes me to an ugly place You're there every time To eat my heart and fuck my mind Bring it on, is that the best you've got? You
You say you love me out of mercy You say you hate the things I do You don't like the friends I chose, the cologne I use My taste in shoes And I don't
She takes a pair of khaki Stretch Pants off the shelf Maybe tomorrow she'll just model these herself Crankin' out the 80's hits by The Cure and ABC Telling
There's hole in the wall where the plaster broke your fall There's a stain on the door and a fresh one on the floor There's a vase in the room filled
I don't make you quiver down your thighs 'Cause I make burgers, shakes and fries You hate what I do But I do it all for you Would you love me better as
You cruise up to the mall in your tricked-out Honda Civic Your pants are hangin' 'round your butt cheeks Listening to Angry Young Man music on your Sony
Leaning on a broken crutch, seen a lot but ain't done much Sleeping through a pile of good intentions Had a plan it's here somewhere, underneath this
I'm not on TV, don't wanna be Not worried about my lack of celebrity And I'm never seen in a magazine Oh no baby, I'm not selling anything Just like the
like I'm folding every day It's hard when the deck is packed with jokers And the dealer makes the rules along the way Unimpressed and unexcited Unaccepted uninvited