Christmas lights are colorful, A mini-disco, a pistolero, Lost in lonely heartache, It's literal this time, I'm counting up to half a million, I used
I thought it was your turn to feel alone, But I knew I was wrong when I hung up the phone, You've got Mom's eyes and so do I, Evident in every tone
like I know this whole town, And I'm feeling down It was worse than he had ever seen, The fire was higher than the highest trees, Up went the church,
She had an idea, It got her the fear, And she loved her mother very much, One cigarette, Well she knew she was dead, The way dad walked out of the room
All of my friends tell me that they wanna visit Hawaii, It must seem pretty beautiful there away from smoggy city air, But the last time I went home
Trivial anger is our fetishized notion, We're a quick bus ride from the ocean, The city's cynicism manifests itself in greed, Every bus stop lies down
Prince Charles and his troops sail away today, No flags and no colony 4,000 Chinese troops waiting at the border, They'll carry out the order Peter
Every day she takes the bus downtown, It's what she has to do, To keep her mind steady, She's always ready for something new, Even though she may not
All of my dreams end in the drain, I'm walking outside in the pouring rain, Colors flash, colors lie, Cars all pass me by, The more you decipher and
I was feeling old today, I know there comes a point, When there's nothing left to say, Lately everything sounds the same, The things I hate in this fucking
And he wanted to see the U.S. too, But there was nothing I could do, It left a taste in my mouth, A taste reminding me of south
1983, She had turned 15, She ran away from home to see the dream On her second night, She met a man who had nothing to hide, But turned her around to
I can sit counting, counting every minute, Life slowly unravels, Supernatural torture, Knowing you were leaving I savored the unweaving, If you really
A story told in six parts, Ronin with a baby cart, When you stand at the crossroads of hell, There's no need to tell, Sleep is just a state of mind,
Crop circles spell out your name, It's not pure and true, But it's love, Is that good enough? Good enough to justify me and you, I've read the Guardian
When you were here before, Couldn't look you in the eye, You're just like an angel, Your skin makes me cry, You float like a feather, In a beautiful
Cut the shit. You know it's just a part of life, Fuck that shit. It was your choice to sacrifice, Don't do it because you can You are innocent in criminal
The lights change to a steady blink, My poisoned mind make me stop and think, It's not a feeling deep inside of me, Just a cover to survive my misery