Friday nights on the seventh floor. (Fourth of, july, brooklyn's, on fire). Paper backs on the corner store. (Fourth of, july, brooklyn's, on fire). Looking over the ledge, the sidewalk traffic st
I always pick all the wrong things to say. I left last night in utter disarray. If I held your hand. And swore that I'll never do this again. And gave my best try. . Don't pull over just kill th
You came to me from out of nowhere, you took my heart and found it free,. Wonderful dreams, wonderful schemes from nowhere,. Make every hour as sweet as a flower to me. If you should go back to you
I am raising a flag. I am just too tired now to fight. It's white and it's waving. Can't we save this for another night. I used to be afraid, but now I crave the quiet. Together we are both alone