Please pass me down the line. Dirty fingers. Pass the time. Build castles from nothing. Knock them down to nothing. We stare. Bloodshot eyes. Cold coffee
Cast off your teenaged eyes and your prop-set cigarette from your lips. Unbound. unchained. Non-flammable. Caught in the act of a despair symphony
Chaos
You start the car, and I'll pack the sandwiches Maybe we'll miss the rain The side of the road, the edge of tomorrow Trading spots again I'm still infatuated
funeral colors and stab me with smiles And leave me out in the cold... I'll be quiet. I like to go insane, but I see no reason to play games with some
He was a boy and I had a star to hang myself on if he let go. So, I shook his hand and put up a fight and let him decide if I could ever be right.
I woke up feeling old today, so I took the car for a topless ride through town and every eyes was pinned on me like a badge declaring that I'd lost my
Start your car And drive away Or roll back over And fall asleep Or launch a strike On half the world Or lose again And blame my smile This is the outside
Well, I read all your scribblings on the sound of a voice And I let them betray me by faith and by choice And I've gnawed on my nails til I pushed through
On my back and up at you. The stars are glaring overhead and somewhere in the next room, someone's scouring the internet for a friend in California
When you walk by, I turn out my light. This lock-lipped silence, it proves I'm right that there's no place for the shallow hopes of young entertainment
I'm falling asleep, but I'm catching your eyes now, so sleep can wait. Count these days going backwards. How can they take so long, but go by so fast
pen, you'd never be the same again. And one more day goes by. There's a mirror in this room reflecting back the circles under eyes kept awake by jealousy
can just pack up and leave before we begin to change and look what I made without your heart getting in the way. Undressed by the telephone, surrounded by some
will not forget this. Blackberry jam on the table. Broken dishes and merriment. Well, I'm sorry child, I think I just let you suffer a night with some
Present day and age: there's a sign that says "you're finally here" and "welcome home". And after all this time, you would think that I could find a
else can sense the slippery slope of past relations calling you. I hope they carry you away. I hope they carry you far away. Well, I expect that I have earned some
It seems like the ordinary's lost it's touch. The flavor of the internet ain't shaking hands with your best friends. And I'm stuck in meetings with both