you're just skin. you're just eyes. wearing clothes and breathing in, it's never any problem starting again. that must be why you can't smile. that explains
awake and pacing, preoccupied by the clattering trays, stuck in a daze by the fuzzy ceiling radio and rusty hangings that say, "you love us because we
parental stereo mute pointed to an instrumental voice instead so hitting skin on speed he red eyes while with me she in the waiting room reading into
[Originally by Billy Bragg] I went out drinking with Thomas Paine He said that all revolutions are not the same They are as different as the cultures
put the cans safely back on the shelf. take a breath, grab a hold of yourself. if i had a headache for every other bad day you're dragging around, i'd
we sit there on the tracks it's a place where nothing else seems to matter. the whole world disappears. there's no more wars, no more guns, not more
This happened in the past, I should've learned my lesson real fast. It's no surprise I lost again. You turn and look my way, maybe there's a chance some
take a circle. and a straight line. put a match against the open end. feel it burning. see the burning. breathe the burning. until it's extinguished again
you ask whats on my mind. what does that look on my face mean. why don't i ever tak about it. inside i crack and wind. sometimes its difficult to think
The sun comes up, over your house, over your head. Today, simplicity makes you wish you were dead. I heard you cut and ran. This time I don't care. How
thought of you yesterday, think it's illegal. but i'm running free otherwise, free as a bird. there's no breaking point, no barbed wire army waiting patiently
tonight i'll run away tonight i'll run away tonight will be the night that i learn to fly i'll learn to fly, run away catch me - catch me tonight i'
you amidst your machines gone mad and dreamy a jar of roses old anemic from bright to brown burners on to keep the plants warm to keep the air good to
Waited up all night next to the radio. Locked up with you and your K.V. T-shirt. Read allowed (sic) from your travel journal, showed me your photographs
Malarie's mission. She's walking down the cause way. She's listening for him. She'll listen, she'll listen. She filed the papers, that were necessary
you've had those torn jeans on for days. you keep humming that same song. we never argue but they say it's bad if we get along. on the phone you dry your
the weapon is not your out all loaded and wanting to unload ammunition, shotgun definition of you passing out holes unaccidental easier sold than set
[Originally by R.E.M] That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane, Lenny Bruce is not afraid Eye of a hurricane, listen