Among the crumpled tissues white like daisies fell like soldiers dead determined I surrender CD cases broken in a desperate chance to find the perfect
She's signing autographs for hours the line is longer when you deal with amateurs I've got some autographs of others but a shirt that smells a little
Turn the cushions over, tonight we're coming over Angry once, we're not so anymore And all that we desire is sweep the stage of fliers It was funny
She loves everybody she loves everyone Like the picture taken twenty years ago that she keeps in her portfolio He wants everybody he wants anything
It's different now I feel that All those looks were just a game You smoked and choked on cigarettes And acted cute and lame and lame Your parting lips
I've got to get arrested To keep you interested And I should have known that I can't Change the world by staring at it My arms have little feeling From
Thirteen miles on 31 are drying All along adopt-a-highway lay the empty cans of masquerade Thirteen miles on 31 are drying The sky is lavender with ivory
She's signing autographs for hours The line are longer when you deal with amateurs I've got some autographs of others But a shirt that smells a little
I turned the volume up this morning Till there was ringing in my ears I haven't felt this good in years Another villain on the cover Of every major magazine
Blushing a cue for her falsities Advantage is my only masterpiece Penny is poison but I don't mind Penny is poison but I don't mind Gardening malice
When my love complained, every word A breath on my last dandelion And so lovers will leave and their tears Souvenirs for the very first time I searched
Swallow this scene, I'm on fire Arms waving, burning higher Impressing you with what I've done But every minute I'm losing one by one Swallow this scene
Turn the cushions over, tonight we're coming over Angry once, we're not so anymore And all that we require is sweep the stage of fliers It was funny once
Boy there was a day, an assortment of rhymes And waving they rode that parade for a while And everybody knew everybody Boy there was a day being lonely
(Brian Vander Ark) another day of deflating your face into tears I shook your mood with the game and a bottle of beer the day I fell off of the wagon
Show is over, close the story book There will be no encore And all the random hands that I have shook Well, they're reaching for the door I watch their
I wish that I could give breath to the women I've created In paragraphs and paragraphs I've written to this date and Set them all upon my desk, choose
My sister had a nursery rhyme, set of figurines She'd often let me play with them I'd set 'em up in different scenes Fifty plastic army men, led by Superman
