[Originally by Gorilla Biscuits] Humor's got a place like all things, be aware of the pain it can sometimes bring. A joke to you might not be so funny
I've got these promises ... that are creeping through my head, words I'd never dare say out loud. My tongue bleeds crimson red ... sliced open by the
Even columbus looks better on the back seat of a bike and all my fears get washed away in a stream of blinking lights and the concrete strip below seems
It's in the east and in on the kill taker. this is so much more than just one's needs. this lies with you in a california highway somewhere. a manmade
To the drifters! in hopes that our paths cross again. to the homesick! home is when we do meet again. our histories, our futures, our foundations, are
Tomorrow might be the day I die so I want, or rather must, confide all these things I did, or did not, try to hide. well, if boys are boys and girls are
Saying "I hate" and "I didn't think the time was right," are sometimes the same or at least alike ina ction. I think you should say "this is what I want
I'll tell you in street intersections Cause they give you a place to go Meanings to lines on maps And tell you how you're gonna get home Now I'm back
Lay your head next to mine and we'll sleep one good sleep tonight. fall asleep, love, to forget or to dream ... fall asleep to leave this world behind
Lately morning feels like i'm not winning. it's like i know a lot ... lots of missing. there is a skyscraper takeover on 8th and broad, and i can't go
S/he says s/he's tired of working overtime and troubles weighing on his/her mind in class. s/he said s/he'd like to pack his/her bags and run away, and
do you remember passion? it's buried beneath a concrete world. have you forgotten compassion? are you in the middle of an ugly war between yourself and
the first thing we do if we want to get through this dependency that we've been courting. is to finally come clean with the lines read between and make
We watch the doves that nest on front porch roofs by day, But they can't stop the beatings of last night. We wear black so that we don't forget on Thursday
It's been a bad day. just listened to jawbreaker, wondered what's wrong with me and stared in the mirror, waited so patiently for the end of the summer
it's in the east and in on the kill taker. this is so much more than just one's needs. this lies with you in a California highway somewhere. a man made
the idea of north was frozen like some glacial ice, so large and imposing - but quickly thawed by words of secrecy and thoughts of northern lights and
i've got these promises that are creeping through my head, words i'd never dare say out loud. my tongue bleeds crimson red ... sliced open by the thorns