when all the stars were falling, i reached up like you said. all the stars were falling, one hit me in the head, and i fell down, down, down. i fell down, down. when all the stars were falling, they fell from above, and i thought of hate, and i thought of hate, and then […]
waiting for wednesday, my stomach doesn’t hurt enough, pain always is the sign. waiting for wednesday, no proof of mine exists, so l don’t have to take it back. don’t want to show you good-bye. show you good-bye. show you good-bye. show you good-bye. but you’re waiting for wednesday. waiting for wednesday. waiting for wednesday, […]
my friend’s got a bruise on his leg, a bruise on his leg everytime you speak. my friend’s got a bruise on his leg, where i press my knee everytime you speak. actually, bottom line, you tell the truth sometimes. sometimes you tell the truth like you’re pulling taffy. my friend’s got a bruise on […]
you say i only hear what i want to. you say i talk so all the time so. and i thought what i felt was simple, and i thought that i don’t belong, and now that i am leaving, now i know that i did something wrong ’cause i missed you. yeah, i missed you. […]
it’s a bad day. it’s a train ride. it’s a bad day. you’re my medicine. it’s a snow day. it’s a full moon. it’s a snow day. when’d you get down to my bones? where’ll i find that wishing stone? the beads, the records, all the calls, and the drinks alone. first by mind, then […]
she can’t tell me that all of the love songs have been written, ’cause she’s never been in love with you before. your skin smells lovely like sandalwood. your hair falls soft like animals. i’m tryin’ to keep cool, but everyone likes you. i want to kiss the back of your neck, the top of […]
those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes closed. those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes open wide. shabby tried to comb her hair with the gift from her grandma, her blood. tangled she got halfway. sticky and powdered with dirt from the ground where her mamma had left her. had left […]
who would steal on sunday? who’d made them believe make-believe? who’d buy a prayer when you can pray for free? if the way you held your coffee was the way you looked at me, then i could take both my hands off the tv. i’ve been sleeping on half of my bed lately, and thinking […]
sorry sir, i stole your money. sorry sir, i feel, but it’s so, so twisted, so unreal. it was what i’d heard of, and what i didn’t have, but i cannot give what i do not have, and i cannot take what i do not have. i can’t take it. don’t stultify. don’t hold me […]
skeleton boy by the side of the road. he warned me, he told me; he said, "there’s this woman, she’s a hurricane, she will heal your heart up, she is hurrying." he said, "don’t look for holidays. don’t look, just run away. go suffocate, and choke your own cry. go where the water, where the […]
