lay waste to another day And are we alive enough to say That we're good enough And are we alive enough today To know that we're good enough There's 29 days
You're beautiful, just like Mary's son You spin around me like the earth to the sun And everything is a word I need Because without it I'm just like a
a girl Who cried a river and drowned the whole world And while she looks so sad in photographs I absolutely love her When she smiles Now how many days
You could be waiting for a day that won't come And you could be so much more than you've become And I have found my feet 257 weeks But you could be waiting
disappointments Are of yours to come, so embrace them Oh, my shallow one today If I could change anything, then I would change everything These bitter days
i could not change, i could not be what you needed me to be so i lay down my arms and i will fight no more give my wounds some time to heal so i cannot
Bobby's in the basement Making his movie He paints a little picture But not to be cheesy He wants this little girl To believe in him easy Bristles to
The nickels you pick up On the long dirty road On your way to that castle in your mind Won't carry much weight When the voice in your soul Becomes louder
I've fought indecision, this killing disease I stand still my animal bleeds on Place some bets on others as they bet upon you Put you down and out they
I'll drive in the rain With the window open But it's not the same When everything has changed But while you're still near I'll try anything And I'll
I won't let you down if I'm not around and you will be free And I will be myself, I won't fill your eyes with tears if I lose all my fears But who would
How does it feel up there Breathing in the fine air You can't look down But you do not care When every face knows The lonely place you've become And
'll be time enough tomorrow to look me in the eye While we play hard, while we keep it real Search for water in this desert we don't have to steal Those days
I used to think that you were someone else Then I'd lose my mind each day I used to think that I could help myself But it's true what they say There
If you would just come back to me I would be so good Put your trust back in me The least I think you should We'll call it my pathology So I misunderstood
Breathing out and breathing in Is harder than it's ever been for me God I think you're beautiful You're stirring every chemical in me And I see you standing
Well, a man has two faces But still he's half blind Well, he searches with one eye For what he won't find Well, he looks for her far When he calls out
