May 10, 2006 15:12
You're a real tough cookie with a long history, breakin little hearts like the one in me.
Of all the things I believe in,I just want to get it over with tears from behind my eyes
but I do not cry .
You stand in the line just to hit a new low You're faking a smile with the coffee to go.
Sick of your lies, tired of my tears, boy if you want it you better tell it like it is.
I will not be broken. Do you plan to let me go?
I have found all that shimmers in this world is sure to fade away again.
A long december and there's reason to believe maybe this year will be better than the last.
Don't touch me please, I cannot stand the way you tease..
These feelin's won't go away, they been knockin me sideways.
Drink up babydoll, leave your things behind, excuse me too busy writing your tragedy? Let go . Jump in.
Don't leave high, don't leave me dry.
We smile for the casual closure capture. There goes the down pour. There's really no way to reach me.
I never knew, I never knew that everything was falling through. All I needed was the truth.
I think I'll go home and mull this over before they cram it down my throat.
Glad you made it welcome to the fun.
Aint nothing like the real thing. Baby. Aint nothing like the real thing. Oh Honey.
There's still a little bit of you laced in my mouth.
Be the sunset soon forgotten.
Be my friend. Warm me up. And breath me.
There's a moment I scribbled in, erased a thousand, like a letter never written or said.
Come to meet you, tell I'm sorry, you don't know how lovely you are.
Lights down. He wakes up in the morning. The week ends, the week begins.
This is the moment, that you told her that you loved her but you dont. Touch her skin, then you think she is beautiful but she dont mean a thing to me.
Gone goin, gone everything gone give a damn.
I am the man on the side, hoping you make up your mind.
And that's the way this whell keeps working now. you can't love too much one part of me. I believe.
I listen to the wind. Where I'll end up. I've sat upon the setting sun.
When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisom, let it be.
So damn lucky.