Hey girl how you doing? Do you feel like talking? Or do you need me to call you back? You from round what way and when's your birthday? What's your zodiac
Eyes of perfect ivory Match the sweetest lengths of her neck I am but a stain to such holy fabrics Darwin's proposals bouncing back from colored glass
What are you gonna do when the novelty has gone ? First you stabe me in the back and then you take a run, I knew it was too good, to be fucking true,
She said, "It's just a woman thing" And pulled out of the drive And I said not to worry I'm an understanding guy I heard that when you love someone You
tourniquet binds, tether reminds, clean but confined to eyes carceral time, brutal refined, distractions define turn on channel 3 returning to find, numbers
unhealing incisions, path that turns vicious, a recurring sequence or an unbroken line, it makes no difference to the one that's analyzed, it's all fate
here's a game that self-destructs when it's properly set into motion saves you the effort, it breaks on it's own perspective is gone; you're watching
real time, is this real time or am i just top standby watching ceiling lines studying blank signs downtime, is this downtime but we're fixing nothing
you strained to find a lesson now just ignore it hold on to your heart but there's no use for it just go loose, choose not to choose staring at that window
i've got this syllable sickness called the six-second blues no doubt quixotic talk has been subsumed send down one last time that last send down didn'
in precious little circles thoughts run races dead in the water, black and still drowning in downsize none finish first no stars get us out of this hold
a finishing blow for a company man while sleeping tight passed hand to hand inbound until you're canned then hidebound fact slips like sand a finishing
Look at you, more beautiful than ever Did I stay away too long Have we grown apart Are we still cool? Crazy ideas I've been thinkin' every minute 'Cause
A new dawn for the reign The light is on the King A new life crosses all the land Daeniel trains the soldiers To create a mighty army And the Guard of
Into corduroys or jeans, chinos or capris Sweater vest no sleeves, oxford underneath or whatever you think Whatever is gonna make you want me C'mon and
Edith, playboy, rolling stone It's been 20 years since your first scars Evel Knievel, rest your bones They said of you, the boy'd go far So please excuse
bite the hand that feeds biting off more than you can are you sure you got the right hand skilled and all because this left hand spit have you been crying
On behalf of Blue House Soul, I?d like to welcome ya?ll once again. This ya boy E-Ro, sit back and enjoy yourself, Chorus Well I guess I?m just caught