Born from hippies back in sixty nine I was bored by 1992 I walked into a recruitment office a year before that They said, "Son, we've been waiting for
I'm not happy with myself these days I took the best parts of the script and I made them all cliche And this red bandanna is surely going to fade Even
This house of cards you've built Has finally fallen down Expect me to come scrape Your ego off the ground Cause everybody talks Everybody talks And I
All alone in your dirty chair Washin' all your dirty hair And you're wonderin' how long Till they come for you Watch the lines form on your face And
said to call and I watched as you left. I told my friend not to pull off just yet So I could watch every inch of you walking away. And I just want to
I walk around in circles, just like a dog with vertigo As I go insane The sun shines all around me, on the world And everybody with somebody while I'm
Joan moved away to Colorado Said she found God and a boyfriend as well One that one hit her and make her feel shallow There's a lot to learn about Joan
Here comes the heartache, the move out date Excuses for my friends Here comes the reasons I have to justify It was better in the end Here comes the last
Always know the road you're riding on Always know the words to your baby song Try to make the most of Friday nights when they come Maybe turn a stranger
I'm tired, i'm bored, Where's the cocaine Things don't get started til midnight In my brain Called up marie, that had sex for free I asked her to give
im tired, im bored, wheres the cocaine things dont get started til midnight in my brain called up marie, that had sex for free i asked her to give back
Maybe it's just me, but you seem finally happy I don't think I've seen your face just glow like a neon sign And maybe we should be alone for ever after
You say, "Hello," inside I'm screamin' I love you You say, "Goodnight," in my mind, I'm sleepin' next to you You drive away from my car crash of a heart
There was a blackout in my heart in the summer of '03 I was walking over bridges tryin' to find my way to me When the problem was restored I can't describe
Now honey, dry your eyes, get back in the car There's no need to end it this way That's what she said when I shot off the head Of our love on that one
And the sky is falling upwards On a summer desert night While kids in school are forced To sing the battle hymns just right Extras paid to get excited
I woke up on Sunday morning With a shoe that was not mine Let the taxi on the corner drive away So I walked up Ponce De Leon With my lips all caked in
Well, I fumbled for a pencil and my, I'm so sorry pad And I wrote until I sprained my stupid brain And I know that there's a reason why I made this up