This light at the end of the day When even the highways seem still The map in my hands folded shut There isn't one magical word But a carnival of them
I see her from the deep garden And her hair is soaking wet The bedroom light is flickering To the pounding of your heart You close your eyes and count
Oh first things first: how have you been? It's been way too long since I've seen your perfect face is lost in time I see your hand is shaking but so
All the troubles that I know Look to me like great and heavy stones And all I want to do is slowly push and pull Till they rock, 'till they rock, 'till
Where's the silver necklace you, never wear anymore, does it hurt just to see that thing. Where's the sense in holding on, to the lie, that has cast
I've been terrified since you walked out the door These are not the lies I told you once before This is not the end it's still an outside thing I'm not
things ain't like they ought to be You've got to think fast the aftermath of your actions whiplash. I know you all tired of these wannabe thugs claiming
do when I'm fuckin' An' when I'm tired, the bitches are suckin' I double team with a friend of mine Luke's in front an' I'm behind Just ridin' you like a pony
my swagga back I was dragging, hop back on it Grab the reigns on that bastard and came back on em Without remorse man Man of course I'm a one trick pony
's much too soon, yes If I never see you again, it'll be too soon Liking me, baby, would you yackety-yak? Lock up your kitchen and don't come back Tired
You know my wandering days are over Does that mean that I'm getting boring? You tell me? I'm tired of listening to myself now I'm tired of fixing things
't know what for You say, you're undone by his kiss But don't you think That for once in your life It should be like this? Your hands are tired Your
clever You kiss your enemies like you know you should Then you jerk your body like a horny pony would You jerk your body like a horny pony would Now
Yeah, you get off of my back, baby Can't you tell you're choking me Oh, I ain't no pony, baby Can't you tell you're choking me Yeah, you just get off
even come on You're far from home so leave it alone You creepin' with the king of the throne You sleepin' in a tee and a thong, with your hair in a pony
hell Cooling off, feeling well Tired of talking, talked out Ticked off or toughed up Too talled or backed up Haven't made your mind up tbd'd or tb'd Tired
You keep his picture close beside you It's girlish wishes that never came true But the pony you wanted when you were a child Is dead in the ground by
wish I, I had talked to them And I wish they fit into the plan And we were tired of being mild We were so tired of being mild And we were tired I know
