Here I am sitting on the beach again Watching as the tide comes rolling in. I miss the times when I looked into your eyes A sacrifice I made for paradise
system that supported slavery? And doesn't it seem strange that When we try to make a change To lock us up and throw away the key. I won't let you Play
Do you know what its like To live somewhere that sucks? And everyone tries to bring you down. No place for you to go And see a punk rock show. And spend
Frankie died just the other night. Some say it was suicide, But we know How the story goes. With his six string knife And his street wise pride The
Last night I had a dream that we went to Disneyland, Went on all the rides, didn't have to wait in line. I drove you to your house where we stared up
and then I turn it on again But it's plain to see that The radio still sucks. Every now and then I turn it on again But it's plain to see that The radio
the bus downtown. All day long I walked around. I looked at all the sights And thought about how lucky I am now. I was sick of feeling down So I gave it
Today I made you a mix tape and I decorated it with lots of stars. it had all my favorite songs. there was jawbreaker and armchair martian built to spill
Today I'm missing something in this small new england town. here's to you my best friend. just want to say that I miss having you around. I'm staring
today I made you a mix tape and I decorated it with lots of stars. it had all my favorite songs. there was jawbreaker and armchair martian built to spill
leave her now, You know I believe and how. You're asking me will my love grow, I don't know, I don't know. You stick around now it may show, I don't know