14 good-byes keeps the night alive exit standing the music's ending from on and on a storyboard sending sings in key asleep I'm watching from that window
And I can still remember nights filled with forty-fives Only the lonely tend to survive Only the lonely can remain alive And you can only rethink memories
When it comes and doesn't fold before it's done When it shades and plays what you call a melody of sense Your pretense So hard to conceal what I feel
Sleep now say my eyes because I'm so tired But I can't sleep at all or any if that all In on split second it seemed to fall away You caught my eyes wide
Second list at home while the comforting remains unchanged and unsame 1000 yard stare And I can listen with my eyes to stop comforting your ears Hold
Stood by the moonlight next to water Wishing for something hoping for me Last night I tugged at your shirt But you walked away crying for over And me
Last time everything was so cool We could sit on your couch dance by chance Kissed if we missed it just didn't matter You cry nightly in our beds Cry
This is exist not a hole More than hardwood not just floors And I'm waiting for this weather now to clear catching weather in my heather of a stone this
Listen to that sound of something in your ear Pulls you sounds so Shakespearean Tugs you wish you were here We're all you've got till your wedding day
I've released my heat towards a situation I just can't control anymore And it looks like this is trying to kill me just like the better offense I tried
Taken back you favorite wet soaked anecdotes I can't see the clock from here Constant confusion bloodloss contusion And maybe I should not try harder
Innocence is topped not lost just overung And there's times I would forget but I Knew I didn't want to lose you little 9 year olds Where bareskin boys
the times beach sits whimpering Now I am aware there's no around but me And my alpha to beta of facial complexions Won't stop me complaining of scenes
looking for the text In the Big Blue in search of the skins Grinning and laughing, laughing and grinning Padlock Jody got the whole scene played No knockin' boots till she's 14
bus no more. Sister Rosa Parks was tired one day after a hard day on her job. When all she wanted was a well deserved rest Not a scene from an angry
buy Just watch how fast it flies 1989's when I started mine Now I'm like what happened to the time? 15, bag of weed, bag of beers in the park Duckin'
