Dreaming of beauty and then for bigger things, and im not sure whats the point to all your babbling. i have a right inside to decide on my own, with
Feeling i could never be with twenty one of these, and to hear how many times you talked about yourself. last time i tried, her name was freight trains
These things may come easier for you my friend but for me its harder your fingers on it. your shadow melts the sun and fades away. you fixed it. you
A stretch mark cover up. the closet where i hear they suck it up my friends are here and this closet shows no cover up, heart and mind is cold friend
Afraid of sometimes, afraid of this spot you've been put in afraid of this time afraid of this serious question afraid of this time, afraid of this
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How many times did he love you? til these arms won't reach that wide why do i feel sad for whats in place? it means i fold once in a while. baby, you
How was i to know that you'd be here where my feet are, under the open window. awake in your bloodshot eyes. from the red to the white in this thinking
Verse I came home today and found that you were gone. Please talk to me as I'm not sure what I've done. I tried to phone but got only the hung up tone
Why do you care if you never cared before....and now i sit alone. see the sticks you've thrown, you've broken more than bones this time. no one loves
Can you smell him? he smells like mothballs. can you feel that net? i was so young then. he grew old and couldn't play with them. and my brother would
Where did i go- these things will slowly but surely mend us together. time will be the glue
And after the ocean i would sit in my bed and still feel the rocking and swelling. and now on my fingers and the everything i touch. there is this
A couple of curled up pictures were in his hands now, i like faces, i like pictures it was a question that rang inside his head so loud it was a question
The sand glass stars rip your leaves, trees, and branches. the direction they show us from their patch of unnamed sky. self powered. and you will be
said That one day I would be glad Hold the choirs of winter Birds are calling to me and All the leaves I came to love are falling Ribbons on evergreen