. Caught a foul ball but left my wallet on the seat. Caught a cab home but left without paying, so I caught a beating. The day's a wash, now repeat. You
Give me a call when your marriage dissolves. Dial my phone when the family stalls. Reach out for me when you've nothing at all. I'll be reaching right
your life, man, that shit comes right back and it bites you. My tenth grade teacher told me, "Only pick the fights you know you can win." A coward heart
a wintry mix. And here's the twist: I torched your coat. Grandpa died on far-off frontlines, But that's not the end for me. I much prefer warmth and
you wonder what men want? Well, here's a heads-up: Everything and then some. And more. And more. I'll take what I can before they slap the cuffs on. A
forget. And then. My consistent request, to those who might save me from this. Both feet in quickrete. Both drums rupture. Both lungs burst, from what you put me
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farm a garrote. Now here's how you solve them: Put your knee in my back, let your hands do the sawing. What I wouldn't give for a billion smaller problems
you'd address me, well you did. I've rarely seen such creed. It's a nest full of a million mouths who are always ready to feed Oh, you treasure the
for him. Unsolicited opinion: I don't like the men you're with. A reoccurring idea: White sands with no end; a sunny day with no wind. You firmly planted
are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts. Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at, I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me
down A blade of light upon the spit came sweeping through the roar With me head inise a barrel and me leg screwed in the floor Mother pack me bags because
Black oceans beneath come and swallow me My little tower, seal my fate Help me pay back, end their hate Black oceans beneath come and swallow me One
toll my life Black oceans beneath come and swallow me My little tower, seal my fate Help me pay back, end their hate Black oceans beneath me come and swallow me
parted, into these straight at the narrow gate, but why that's a road to destruction and hate What you thought life was a sport? A game? One hundred years
