If I have to take a crowbar to your mouth To make what's on the inside come out Ivory chips fall to the floor Swept under the rug and out the door What
me... If you'd let me-- Working on the floor upon the jet stick tree fort you know the one where we live away from everyone else If were gonna keep them out
do it take off your shoes and rest your head take it into my pillow to capture your scent so i can breathe once you've left Ain't it just like me to
no holes in the roof the rain can't make it's way in we're sittin' down you can lay back down keep your head down they'll think we're asleep although
last few months. [x2] Anywhere I knew you'd be Inside the wallgreens, 22nd street You still had sleep in your hair so I brushed it out Using the same
You're running free at record speed My legs are crushed and my arms they bleed Inside of me turns like a washing a machine While outside I form a smoke
my name so i know i'm alive and i'm pretty sure i can arrive just as long as you don't expect me on time i'm burning out my blinker always thought
Do you have to be depressed to write a sad song? Do you have to be in love to write a love song? Is a song better if it really happened to you? Running
Wait, before you hang up the phone Listen to reason I'll show you I'm trying to change I'm trying to change And I'm so scared, what do you think of me
fail I was digging pebbles out from the palms of my hands doing push-ups in the middle of two lane streets from falling over walking with two left feet
Indian...Indiana Hours early, money burns holes in my pockets One foot after the other, a ring A phonecall from my mother "I know what was making me
I followed your brake lights--into the night I kicked the curb--till my foot felt right Expectations must not be held as high Its not the same You are
I've heard in time it gets better I've been waiting forever I'll say goodbye for the last time Only this time I'll mean it My fingers ache from clenching
if we can breath out; turning blue. breath, revive your lungs recyled air was once a part of me. burn out bright, burn out bright. burn out bright, burn out
the roadside At the truckstop to rest my tired eyes And I'm still pretending That you're still by my side Steady hands, get me out Steady hands, get me out
kissed and doubling up on the places i've already... tonite i walked right next to you just like the way that we used to but my hands never left my
song Are you happy Are you happy Hit the road Joe and do what you do It's been a while Joe and they all miss you They want those songs Joe fill out
Vanilla scented sky the candlelight can only show so much we can let our hands see what our eyes can't You breathe softly And move in slow motion We