i forgot the words.
where lies the talent? have you seen the hope lately? can you help me find my social graces? they're always in the last place you look.
blank pages,a landfill's worth, but some with a few tiny scrawls in the upper right hand corner. for some reason, they struck a chord.
slouching in front of a dive bar that is named for a notorious warship. and i am supposed to wait in line. i wish i had a dazzling smile.
the pretty girls that ask me if i want a beer. yeah, i do. thanks for reminding me. you heartless wench.
taxi cab drivers with a God Complex. "what do you mean, 'it's not brain surgery'?"
someday i will write a song, and it will live forever.
blank pages,a landfill's worth, but some with a few tiny scrawls in the upper right hand corner. for some reason, they struck a chord.
slouching in front of a dive bar that is named for a notorious warship. and i am supposed to wait in line. i wish i had a dazzling smile.
the pretty girls that ask me if i want a beer. yeah, i do. thanks for reminding me. you heartless wench.
taxi cab drivers with a God Complex. "what do you mean, 'it's not brain surgery'?"
someday i will write a song, and it will live forever.