I know I've been gone a long time And I know that it gets hard Cause our imaginations run off in the dark And it feels like time's against us And it feels
I was feeling a bit off cue My friend asked "Where are you?" I said I don't even know the day And I wandered around some more Gathered some scrapes and
I found a little pot Took it in the kitchen And filled it with some dirt Planted a chrysanthemum And you should've seen how it turned my mood to yellow
Had my canvas primed in white, some water by my bed A wooden palette smeared with reds and grays and blues Dipped my brush into the paint, traced the
When did the fire start to die? It's been raining now for quite some time and so I travel down the road, yeah, find something new. And as your silhoutte
He fell in love with me, then I fell in love with you And now I am watching you follow her out the door Of my house, and it feels so mean I didn?t know
Walking past my lover's house Bitter taste still in my mouth Too much whiskey, too much smoke Last night's tears hang on my coat But now the rain has
He recognized the fracture line and asked, "How bad?s the pain?" I said "It?s feeling worse than ever, can?t you make it go away?" He studied my heart
I like to dance in my car with the radio on and I like to sing, sitting there at the top of my lungs. You drive by and so I bring the air guitar out and
I fall apart every time that I take one last look at you You walk alone through the night and you stare out at the moon I want to be there, I want to
You always loved the colors and the detail, so heres mine Snuck out down at dark seventeeth street late last night took my little orange booklamp and
suddenly your shaking with pain, shooting down inside you and now you're crumbling away, but this isn't like you it doesn't stop till it breaks down
Too young to understand why she went away Too old to admit that I wouldn't be okay So I hardened my heart that day I wiped the feelings off my face
Bouncy ball lovers exploding in colors as they lean down over the pier move like the tide on an October night and they laugh till they run out of air
You?re the smell of the toast that you made in the mornings. You?re the page in my book that I keep to myself. You?re the unlocking sound when I turn
I like missing you in the mornings when the air's too cold to feel nice. And I like hearing your sneakers stomping down the stairs when you stomp out
