: Engines hot running, running. Substances touching my lips. I'll be the New York City narrative, an urban Romeo and Juliet, creating epics and timeless
Save me the improvisation of the morning There's only eight hours left. This Sunday there's a week to take pictures and run the frames through next week's
: It's not the sex but the relation that ships through ocean. I'm the raft that floats your safety. My skin has trouble holding its own skeleton One
your best dress. I know things are always easier when said But a little hate goes a long way when it's kept. I feel so right, I feel so wrong, I feel
: There's a note hanging off from the bedpost, reading west coast is the place that I am going. I want the ocean rather than your cheekbones. I know
: Thank God that you're dancing with me. Take my hand just grab carefully you're a pretty flower with a seed of destruction; I'm a rib cage with a
to know that I exist; the truth navigation took place on my wrists. So here's to us and the memories made laughing out in the sun. So here's to us and
: There was a time when everything felt right And your touch in the cold could bring me closer to home And for you I would do anything just to hold you
: There's nothing wrong with a little heart on the sleeve. I'll hold this till eternity But you destroy the canvas that make's you beautiful Side to
s drown in perfection tonight. My enemy, we've walked these streets. The concrete is the same, buildings still haven't changed Our feet are just different Let's
of memory. If I were you mirror, no Love? Could you look at me? In searching things both black and white, you learn what's color, you learn what's light
: Cloud falls On My Mind, It's Taking Up All My Time There's You, There's Me...I'll Be Just Fine Step Back Watch It Glow, It's Killing Everyone You Know
I'll never do it again well these sheets are so strangling Stitching me to her threads Take your licorice lips and kiss me where I stand Because I don't know what's
t voice my thoughts, but I brought myself to this Losing sleep, insomnia keeps me in this prison Don't know if this really means the end Did I mention it's
no one ,only myself and it's my job to keep others down. I don't know when to stop, I hurt my friends and everything is o.k You're always right and never wrong
: I've been thrown and left for dead It's not for you it's been said My future is dying, my family crying And only myself, I am lying Scared alone, tired
me why we live the way we do? And when something's different we look confused What we don't like is not allowed This isn't what life's about It's better
impossible. Throw my compass in the air Ground please break make me lost Take my eyes and direction X marks nothing at all. May I speak? Here's a
