I once knew a guy obsessed with the afterlife Oh, what a terrible day that was, he realized he wasted all his Time was ticking by, and he'd been left
Well, I know I shouldn't care But I do and I don't And I always crack a smile When I see your punk rock clothes And you try, try but you never fit in
It's in the air you breath and it's also in the water. it's something you can't see you've been warned of by you mothers you've had enough to see you
I don't want to barge in on your secrecy See dependency, see it means nothing to me I don't want to hear about your problems And I don't want to listen
A moment of silence, please for those that never get the chance They show up to the party but they?re never asked to dance The losers, the liars, the
If I were you I would take this as a sign Believe it's true, we were never meant to fly And I owe you, I know you more than anyone alive And I will not
You say you've got the cure But I don't have a disease And you say you've got the answers But I've made no inquiries And you're failing, bailing Good
And the story goes like this Everything went numb for the money and the guns And every time he'd think it out, ?There's nothing to worry about Get in
You, you try, you try to get by You?re never gonna pull it off, you shouldn't even try You're a wet cigarette, you?re always second best They're never
And so she wakes up in time to break down She left a note up on the dresser And she's right on time You don't know anything Right or wrong I said I know
don't you come to me with all your color-coded quotes everybody's laughing but they never ever get my jokes fool, you're a tool, a sheep and it's obvious
How did Camus really die that night? were they right when he died was it really his time? or was it suicide? and Holden Caufield is a friend of mine we
I got no cash, got no girl Got the world in the palm of my hand I don?t care if you care or if you understand 'Cause I?m a little kid and I?ve got little
She was diagnosed on a Friday The kids were almost home The kids were on their way Back home from school Lying face down in the gutter Of unaccomplished
I never did lose a battle but I'm feeling further from the end of war Deplore, ignored and rarely ever self assured Why does it seem the ones who have
Run, run, run, all you do is fucking run But you'll never run away from yourself I know it's hard but you've been there before You know I'm gonna be there
i've got a gun in my hand but that gun won't cock my finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked and i can't stop staring at the tick tock clock
Dear Mr. Gepetto, I hope this finds you well I wrote you this letter 'Cause I miss you here in hell And now I know it's hard when you don't know what