it's cold outside on the porch. in the silence of the snow. my lone voice asks way too loud, "where did everybody go?" i remember when this place felt
how do they work?
i look at the cover and it seems this is the way we're supposed to be buying into some glossed over frame-work of humanity. we need to follow our
we've been within worn out frameworks for sometime with the literal chance it will all come crashing down so i hope to echo the statements. i hope
do you have the time? because I have somewhere I need to be. at least I hope because these walls are falling in around me. how do we reply to the homophobic
we'll rest our heads on strong shoulders again. to form new mindsets to bring us through. give up. regain. move again so we'll still sustain and build
yeah let's say what needs to be said. let's let our feelings out and let's find a way to get past these fears and let's scream and shout. say what
stumbling on the words again. trying to make it all sound positive. but 40 miles heading south with the radio preaching to me i shouldn't be happy
fuzzy voice over the telephone. you know how much i miss you so. i only got 3 more days to get out of this town so i'm coming to see you soon. i never
license, registration. phil ain't got none. i can't stop thinking what these fields and shores looked like before we all had to drive. highways mark
let's yell if we see it in ourselves. the passion to do something more than live inside our culture's fucking walls. now i don't have the answers
May your music break my ear drums. and your pavement scrape my knees. and the next time i get up and try leaving town shoot my fucking plane to the
lose ourselves in the fire we have lit. we'll cross our legs and keep on moving. yeah we'll keep on moving even though there is no easy answer to where
i heard you're going off the edge in a more than literal sense. your expressions of frustration don't seem to be reminding you that life doesn'
you can't do rock and roll wrong. now that's my fucking way to think. and passion doesn't just come from a simple 3 chord pop punk progression.
there are reasons to talk about it. this patriarchy we live in (i see it everyday). who's in the front row finger pointing? is the gender ratio
and so i'm going over it all once again and looking at how i feel today. and i'm ok. the mirror says don't feel down anymore. and so i see i just
we know things lose their shine over time. so the things that you love you say wont feel the same way. so move out. move on. fall deep in love with
