Wait 'til Michigan comes. I think I’ll wait 'til then. Think I’ll wait 'til I hear my co… Hear them loving me in Michigan. Think I’ll wait 'til I swim.
Your love Was like driving straight into the… Your attention was like Lying in a puddle of gold. You were sex and fun and cotton ca…
Let my joy be a promise To my future self Who is so beautiful Even if she isn’t pretty.
If only My tears were colors. There would be pink on my pillow And green on my shoes. There would be red on the paper
Things I wish I could say Would be I miss you, I love you, I want to be with you,
Last year seems years away. Last night seems lifetimes away. This moment seems like a dream.
The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it
You know, I miss you both Like I miss my childhood blanket That I wonder idly about.
In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,
In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,
I feel that one never stops Loving their past loved ones. The nostalgia remembers all the Times when you slept in their bed, When you first opened up,
There’s always a morning, But there’s the night, too. Every faith has a savior, But the devil always follows suit. There will be spring,
You’re young. You’ll feel better. You’ll get better Eventually. So much time to feel better.
I feel like I want to hurt, To show myself how beautiful this… The illusion makes me strong. I feel like I can’t get hurt, But I still hope for the pain of…
Can you hear it? It is the cry of the poor. Their howling curls inside of my h… It pains me as if I were one of t… But, I am.
