I just hate stupid people. They should have to wear signs that just say I'm stupid. That way you wouldn't rely on them, would you? You wouldn't ask them
I could dream of ways to see you I could close my eyes to dream I could fantasize about you Tell the world what I believe But whenever I'm not with you
Picture perfect A life that you saw in a magazine or maybe a travelling book Wanted to get on that plane And fly away 'Cause you are a rock star deep
It's always the sunny days that bring me down When I'm reminded that you're not around. Friends try and fail to make me smile But I had the answer with
Pumps drunk with oil Dance like prehistoric locusts on the hills to LAX People fill their tanks in flights of fancy Actors waitin' tables with a method
Livin' with my eyes closed, goin' day to day I never knew the difference, I never cared either way Lookin' for a reason, searchin' for a sign Reachin'
Sittin here thinkin' bout yesterday and all the friends I've had Never ever thought that I would change but as I'm lookin' back Feels like I'm growin
I've been looking so long at these pictures of you That I almost believe that they're real I've been living so long with my pictures of you That I almost
I grew up on the edge of a cornfield at the end of a long dirt road Carolina plow boy, ain?t had a free summer since I was ten years old Mama made us
Ooh, dark meditation Your second sight can show my light In a crystal ball Sweet are the days, intoxication Crow-black, the nights caging my mind Behind
I think images are worth repeating Images repeated from a painting Images taken from a painting From a photo worth re-seeing I love images worth repeating
The last shot should've killed me, pour another drink Let's drink to the last shot And the blood on the dishes in the sink Blood inside the coffee cup
You have her pictures You have her pictures You have her pictures Everywhere You're covered in stitches You're covered in stitches You think I can't
oh, oh, oh, yeah! freshly hinged upon a shaking nail, afraid to move in case i fail. break the cycle by the tail, don't look down, don't look down! (don
Library pictures of the quickening canoe The first of it's kind to get to the moon Draw some ellipses to chase you round the room Through curly straws
Can you hear it? The sound of something burning Something changing On the merry-go-round tonight The pictures on my wall Are about to swing and fall