She invites me to a closet the night moves in her eyes and i know now what she wanted she'd been hinting it all this time and i dont mean to scare you
All that blotter gonna twist up your mind You can do it just not all the time Hiding in your room you'll be feeling fine Always manage to have something
Rolling 'round a lifetime on a name that spells my past Carried through the mile markers up towards some last laugh And if fools could only prosper I'
Green world, love the chloroform Front porch in the thunderstorm Controlled chaos, confused energy Stop reading the weather charts Stop counting the
Big black nothing fooling everyone Big black nothing put a halo 'round what you've done 'Cause a big black nothing is coming up Would you be my, would
Saw an eagle on a pole, I think it was an eagle Watched its shadow fly 'cross the cement I woke up in the snow All the trees were crowds of people No
Well, call me if you wanna talk there's a telephone on your wall And the reasons are many and not too far apart If there's some blood left in your heart
All peacock people left the plumes in a pile They look good to fault And the Gulf water's warm like a bathtub Full of lavender and Epsom salt See a bleach
I don?t wanna die in the hospital No, I don?t wanna die in the hospital I don?t wanna die in the hospital You gotta take me back outside I don?t wanna
Milk thistle, milk thistle Let me down slow Help me go slow I've been carryin' on I'm not scared of nothin' I'll go pound for pound I keep death on my
I used up your compassion So I've come to make a trade You can hate me But just love me in return And if I know where to find you I'll stay out of your
All the peacock people left the plumes in a pile They look good to a fault And the Gulf water's warm like a bathtub Full of lavender and epsom salt See
You know a lot can happen after everybody falls asleep Ask the forest fire, ask the cop walking on the beat And do right by them, work a little in your
I'm just trying to stay a human being Sitting in the sun eating ice cream Texting my friend about a bad, bad dream Just had to tell someone who knows
Gone, gone from New York City Where're you gonna go with a head that empty? Gone, gone from New York City Where're you gonna go with a heart that gone
A short delay The parrot blues Little voices mimic you It's not so hard to make that sound So watch your back, the 'Ides of March' Cut your hair like
Hey there, son of Adam Hey there, daughter of Eve Help me sing this tear gas riot song For some fresh faced police They won't even know what hit them
Hair blowing in the hot wind Time hanging from a clothespin There's no sorrow that the sun's not gonna heal Smell the leather of your new car Drive through
