Words keep falling from my mouth Trying just to slow them down Keep on spilling around Saying, "Why do you hurt me?" And if anger is my gift The only
As I step out into space. I wonder what you would say. If you knew that I was here. Perfecting my mistakes. I poured that gasoline. Last drop to the machine
I am a tiny machinist I have the smallest plans We have a mind television The gift of idle hands I've been re-educated To bleed technology Even more
Angel go to sleep She says her prayers goodnight You're water in the ear to me But they make her feel alright A green-gold stregch of road Is what she
I count the cracks in the pavement. Where the weeds and wishes grow. Every car is a reminder. That there's someplace else to go. I steal a moment beside
I awoke in a sinking Manhattan. I played in drunken cathedrals. There were businessmen in armchairs. With namebrands and short hair. Detonating with evil
I have rescued you from a trail of tears In a world of fear Did you know that I'd be there? Every time I speak your name There's a shiver that holds me
You and I have tried to pretend. We both exist inside of a dream. In my life, from beginning to end, no stranger thing has happened to me. I went from
Every season has a lesson to be learned. When all the love is piled, pushed aside, and is burned. No more driving with the top pulled down or laying on
Little miss runs away. Didn't think you would ever come back. As I turned my head. I find my newest complication. She won't run. Won't fall. She don't
Don't walk with the devil By 7m3 Frequently down at the open-air bar, The regulars run a dirty jukebox And scowl at the weekenders swilled in their mock
And she talks to her television Changing channels with her mind When this new world turns politic She just slips in between their sighs And we talk when
I wake up to beat the sun from her glory I'm only one cigarette away from mobility It's always punch in punch out Go to work and go back home There's
Had a dream. And you were my dream. Saw your face. Real in a dream. Sugar mouth. Stings like a bee. Dreams with me at night. Come around. An image of
I want to know just what you're keeping in your pocket. I want to taste it before anybody knows its name. You can hide in here with me. I'll take all
I get you ready for the breakdown. I'm the feeling inside you that just wants to explode. I never sugarcoat a shakedown. So empty all your pockets of
I can take it I'm not going anywhere Soundtrack skips, we get over it Laughing out loud Laughing out loud Every gathered thread Is threatened with
Why am I a stranger in this house? When everything that's here belongs to me You carry the weight for me You couldn't wait for me When you're away from
