Misery is all we know lately. Saturdays are all the same. Sympathy is overrated. Like a snapshot when you've lost the game Now it's all a funeral. I've become a serial killer of us both No, I don'
I'll get tired of the heart attacks. Every time it rings. I'll put myself on the waiting list. And get it all cleared up. You're the one with the attitude. Don't try and make me out. To be the r
Oh them big wheels a-turnin', goin' somewhere. And they're carryin' her away from my side. Yes I cried, thought I died Love was just a game to me, I thought I'd never cry. I thought she'd be the lo
I'm trying not to stare, it's too late. The blankets over there, if you like. I'm broken and I'm colder than hell. I should've said I'd not come back here. . Your breakfast will get cold. I real
Yes, I've been living long enough to be. Forgiven. For the bones I broke I had to make. A living (a living) But we won't back down from anything. In search of a remedy. No we won't back down from
It's a feeling I've had many times before. I can't hold the fort so don't give me more. I struggle and sweat when I'm wide awake. When I know I'm fine, I'm not used to fine. . It's the same thing
How long has it been, shall we get into it again?. Excuse, our disgrace we've had no time to paint the place. The dog is always barking at the mailman. . I won't waste your time with my revelation
The west, the warm, the sunny south. I see it's full of ancients. For call the space between the crave. That sound of road to me too. . Chorus. There's someone here who laughs too hard at everyt
Reached the city steps tonight. Following the power lines. Met a man bar side. With eclipses for eyes And you tell yourself you won't let them touch. Did I say too much? Did I say enough?. I don'
The blinds here are so sharp and they cut,. The light from the primitive sun. You know I really wanted her Society thinks so highly of. This hotel I vomited on. Before I lost the sight of her My m
The west, the warm, the sunny south. I see it's full of ancients. For call the space between the crave. That sound of road to me too. . Chorus. There's someone here who laughs too hard at everyt