In December drinking horchata I'd look psychotic in a balaclava Winter's cold, is too much to handle Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals In December
I had a feeling once that you and I Could tell each other everything for two months But even without hope, with truth on our side When you turn away from
Your sword's grown old and rusty Burnt beneath the rising sun It's locked up like a trophy Forgetting all the things it's done And though it's been a
Johanna drove slowly into the city The Hudson River all filled with snow She spied the ring on His Honor's finger, oh oh oh A thousand years in one piece
An ancient business, a modern piece of glass work Down on the corner that you walk each day in passing The elderly sales clerk won't eye us with suspicion
You found a sweater on the ocean floor They're gonna find it if you didn't close the door You and this model sit outside of the side In a house on a street
It?s not right but it?s now or never And if I wait could I ever forgive myself? On a night when the moon glows yellow in the riptide With the light from
Wouldn't ever gag you with a spoon, my only true love Never really heard you speak that way, it's unworthy of Funny how that little college girl called
Holiday, oh, holiday And the best one of the year Dozin' off underneath my sheets While I cover both my ears But if I wait for a holiday Could it stop
Unsentimental Driving around Sure of myself Sure of it now You stand this close to me Like the future was supposed to be In the aisles of the grocery
Every dollar counts and every morning hurts We mostly work to live until we live to work She said, "You know, there's nowhere else to go" But change in
Chestnut park on a Saturday night Mystical boys feelin alright Raggedy wisdom falls from my hand As the ladies of Cambridge know who I am I've had dreams
Last born of the clan First one to be free Lived inside a house Beneath the hanging tree Loved them deadly nights That chilled him to the bone Words
It's gonna take a little time While you're waiting like a factory line I'll ride across the park Backseat on the 79 Wasted days you've come to pass
I see a mansard roof through the trees I see a salty message written in the eaves The ground beneath my feet, the hot garbage and concrete And now the
Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma? I've seen those English dramas, too, they're cruel So if there's any other way to spell the word It's fine with
You've been checking on my facts And I admit I have been lax In double screening what I say It wasn't funny anyway I stand corrected I stand corrected
As a young girl, Louis Vuitton With your mother on a sandy lawn As a sophomore with reggaeton And the linens, you're sitting on Is your bed made? Is
