I foresaw you like an old ghost story. From a family tree that was handed down to me. . I've known you like a siren song that warns. I have been informed you could be the death of me. . But pati
There's a million ways. To leave your past. And turn your eyes. And watch it die. . Hometown hopes they fade. They fade and change. Just like a joke. Passed down in time. . Hiding out in all
Friday nights on the seventh floor. (Fourth of, july, brooklyn's, on fire). Paper backs on the corner store. (Fourth of, july, brooklyn's, on fire). Looking over the ledge, the sidewalk traffic st
I always pick all the wrong things to say. I left last night in utter disarray. If I held your hand. And swore that I'll never do this again. And gave my best try. . Don't pull over just kill th
I am raising a flag. I am just too tired now to fight. It's white and it's waving. Can't we save this for another night. I used to be afraid, but now I crave the quiet. Together we are both alone
You can't see me from this view. All the way down. Trailing the procession. I'll hide out a few more days. Then I'll be leaving this place soon. . Our hearts are singing out just for you. A cem
I foresaw you like an old ghost story. From a family tree that was handed down to me. . I've known you like a siren song that warns. I have been informed you could be the death of me. . But pati
