time. A painting of my days lived with restraint. I draw pictures, send birthday presents. Yes, I sleep alone, which is fine. But soon, I'll need you. I won't last like
It's happening again, sorry to say you're just in time when comedy escapes me I smile I'm doing fine. I don't want to scare you like I've done in the
Our savior's fallen ill, and he won't get up. We've cast away our stones. Why won't he get up? So unawake with you, you let me drive your car. You let
gasoline scarecrow. Although I frighten no foes. The only bones rattling were my own. It is behind me. It is unreal. It is behind me. Become unreal. A new beginning, a new
we hang the phone. But it's not like you're alone. A scene as awkward, but not really like an end. And it's not like we're just friends. So strange to really like
If I try out and I make it, should I bail or play it fake? How deep should I look into things? What kind of chances should I take? In a world of new
You're the same old bore I know that, no need to remind me I know from experience that nothing gold can stay Numbers one or two, it all hits the same
misses a home. His holy infancy won't fill the hole. Round yon virgin tenderness be kind. The faithless they need you more than you realize. It seems like
her roommates not to take your calls. The severed heads line the bed their names all burnt in the wall. It's just not cool to act like it's a big deal
re a bright breathing funeral) Was it worth all the agony? Your last fairy tale. A string of stealth encounters, making sex under the table. Perfect simple positions like
and hollow eyes, Beckonin' like this -- young Hamlet cries, "Hold, spirit of darness, are you a ghostly apparition?" "No," says the ghost, "I look like
