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Six am day after Christmas. I throw some clothes on in the dark. The smell of cold. Car seat is freezing. The world is sleeping. I am numb Up the stairs to her apartment. She is balled up on the
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Six am day after Christmas. I throw some clothes on in the dark. The smell of cold. Car seat is freezing. The world is sleeping. I am numb Up the stairs to her apartment. She is balled up on the
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She plays "Wipeout" on the drums. The squirrels and the birds come. Gather around to sing the guitar. Oh I. Have you got nothing to say? When all words fail, she speaks. Her mix tape's a masterpie
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I heard you on my wireless back in fifty two. Lying awake intently tuning in on you. If I was young it didn't stop you coming through, oh a oh. They took the credit for your second symphony Re-writ
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Well, he shouted out his last word. And he stumbled through the yard. And she shattered her last China plate. And spun off in the car When he lunched onto the hood. She stopped to tell him she'd b
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She plays "Wipeout" on the drums. The squirrels and the birds come. Gather around to sing the guitar. Oh I. Have you got nothing to say? When all words fail, she speaks. Her mix tape's a masterpie
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Fred Jones was worn out. From caring for his often. Screaming and crying wife. During the day but He couldn't sleep at night. For fear that she. In a stupor from the drugs. That didn't ease the
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Do you not hear me anymore?. I know it's not your thing to care. I know it's cool to be so bored. It sucks me in when you're aloof. It sucks me in, it sucks, it works. I guess it's cool to be alo
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Everyone gather 'round now. Sing us a song. Just in case by tomorrow. It happens he's gone. For two weeks and seven days. Our fair foreign friend. I have this feeling. We might never see Steven
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Saw a silhouette across a fluorescent. Floating overhead, undoing his helmet. Through the murky beams and blue-green sea life. I saw him spinnin' towards the moonlight I pull him in, he wasn't brea
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Leaf by leaf and page by page. Throw this book away. All the sadness, all the rage. Throw this book away Rip out the binding and tear the glue. And all of the grief we never even knew. We had it
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What I've kept with me. And what I've thrown away. Don't know where the hell I've ended up. On this glary, random day. Were the things I really cared about. Just left along the way. For being to
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{1,2,3,4} So you wanted. To take a break. Slow it down some. And have some space. * you too Give me my money back. Give me my money back. You bitch. I want my money back. And don't forget. An
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I should warn you. I go to sleep. I know you don't. Know what I mean. Yet. I get upset or happy. I go to sleep. Nothing hurts when I go to sleep. Cause I'm not tired. I'm not tired. I'm not
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I know a girl who thinks of ghosts. She'll make ya breakfast. She'll make ya toast. She don't use butter. She don't use cheese. She don't use jelly. Or any of these. She uses vaseline (vaseline
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September '75 I was 47 inches high. Mom said someday I would have. A bad ass mother G. I. Joe. For your little minds to blow. I still got beat up after class Now I'm big and important. One angry
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All is quiet his tired eyes see figures jotted down. And clothes all strewn around the bedroom floor Now nothing's adding up and nothing's making sense. She's sleeping like a baby, she doesn't know.
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