it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties
i began to tell a grim story of a puppy left alone beneath an overcast sky at first i saw a lost dog sad and without
she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss
if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord
visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons
dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song
he looks off into the distance as if god exists waiting beyond the winds with some kind of answer he looks on dating sites
now when I say “forever” I don’t mean too
going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
heaven throw me out but i’m keeping the halo you should have no doubt i am ready for limbo so hold me
he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere
right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…
my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling
peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad
