I could sleep I could sleep I could sleep I could sleep when I lived alone Is there a ghost in my house? I could sleep I could sleep I could sleep I
In the lobby of the LRC Well I knew I'd find something A hundred stories sittin there to read I got my focals out I put 'em on and all is calm, all is
If your trials end, are really getting you down We had a close call, I didn't even see it, then another one, I hardly believed it at all. What the writers
If I want to walk home with you Hearing every word, thinking it's true In a barren field for us to cut through On our victory lap 'cross an old street
The wind blew a path through the fallen leaves And there showed a crack in the old oak tree The door stood as if it was standing guard Of the dozen chipmunks
Here's a copy, the rest that you know, and put the kind words to bed. For man don't say why, or even know how, it's only awful as the hell that you
live so long? Long, long... The house is not the same since we left it that day Old friends seem to wonder Our parents had cigarettes, wedding bands
I'll marry my lover in a place to admire I don't have to even ask her I can look in her eyes And thank God that I am forgiven I thank all my friends
Erase the facts the shit was flyin' outta the window I painted blue I paint the whole room When its time to get in trouble we know just what to do
Hate Gil really now Hate you because Go tip your toe (?) Shut off to the world Shut off to all, you ghost Early told a lie Afraid to be blind Now go
On my way back home, by chance I thought of All my favorite songs, where I'd gone wrong The only words that I could think of I'm pissing my life away
The bottom the earth i have to fall but you really caught me you really caught me, dear at the bottom where i'd fallen. and slowly dear ask that you
And take a little walk when the worst is to come When I saw you looking like I never thought And say you're at a loss or forgot that words can do more
Well i'd like to think i'm the mess you'd wear with pride. like some empty dress on the bed you've layed out for tonight. maybe i'll tell you sometime
Back of the boat was painted wrecking ball There was country music playing but he don?t like it all (?) There was whiskey bottle spilling and a lake it
Just the mentioning of (Just the mention of) such a simple phrase. Are we passengers on (seperated trains) separated trains? Take the mask off (Take the
Out on the wall sounds of banging is constant coming from your head And desperate the calls came and ringing from those wanna wring your neck Wring
I'm coming up only to hold you under I'm coming up only to show you wrong And to know you is hard and we wonder To know you all wrong, we were Really