that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers
with a heart that aches to say the… let them sled over my lips know the peace of their meaning it’s been a long time since i last… i miss saying them
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun
for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey
drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish
The ghosts will be waiting for me when I open the door, remove my work boots and grab a Diet Dr. Pepper from t… They will be snickering as I fill…
we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright
it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…
i have to take my fair share of th… loved this song from the moment i heard it and shouldn’t be surprised that she loved it too
Once I was a psychopath who took quite a shine to his ax. Many times I’d leave a blood bath… but meticulously clean, and particularly keen,
stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me
at odds with the sky I have rid myself of every feather and with my beak i have chewed off… of my wings if i am to see my dreams die
when the neighbors would bang on t… screaming through them telling him to stop for the love of god it is three in the morning
