do, do, do do do, do do, do, do do do, do do, do do do do do Oh, when you call me weird names and make all kinds of weird faces when you drive me
sickness grabs me by the hand and the cramp in my left leg warns me that if the nails of my hands are painted with some blue polish from i don't know
first: when the bad times come i need to know: "will you be here?" when surrendered and trapped i'll cry will you stand by me? hold my hand when it shivers
that's three blocks away but too far already with the rain that crashes and the people walking but i'd rather sit here a little longer and i don't think
i'm waiting for the good luck to come down on me i'm waiting for the good luck to come down on me i'm waiting for the good luck to come down on me i'm
i know you were mad at me you were mad at me cause i was crazy for you and you were right and me too couldn't imagine you were really empty and i had
now that i have everything all i have to do is bring it all to you maybe you will understand maybe you will take my hand and fall, fall for it too this
On the bus back from Bristol
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i hope that you realize how happy i was to know that you were alive with me i hope you remember the summers we %numbered% and i hope it's a good memory
honey the sound's with me i'm still sitting around there's favor in the temper you know there's the sounds and the djinns and hipsters coming from the
you want me now, you're all looks and smiles but i've been around for a crazy while just watch me in this shirt, the same blue as my eyes you treated
A sticker on your notebook says, "No more!" "No more!" What is it written about? What is it written about? Is that about me? I doubt. Is that about me
everyday bliss is not remembered i know exactly how my belly aches you rang a couple of times before i answered i coughed, i moaned and i shaked i didn
i was not supposed to lose a friend or cling to a woman what shouldn't happen happened and it happens quite often you meet a stranger here once and you
see how little it takes to get me out of myself see her smile, her hand held and here i am i'm trying out not to let it show, i do taichi i can do the
i've tripped on mushroom for half a week and it all came down to me on the futon asking myself: "how could you run away from me?" how could you ever run
the day is a german green with a dash of stupid blue you knew where I'd be and I had to look at you a day just as young as a brighton mother your telephone
