I've been waiting for the right time to tell her how I feel I've been waiting so long to say what's on my mind But I just don't think she's gonna understand
On the back of a pack of matches, I wrote a letter today. With a bottle of kerosene, I toast to the bourgeoisie. Tonight, they say everything's gonna
I can see it in your eyes I can hear it in your voice the signs are obvious that all we had has run its course and I don't mind giving up the upper hand
She sits alone at this cafe. Never looking over her shoulder, But feeling every change. This scene is all but picture perfect. Is it worth it? As the
Children play with matches start a fire(x2), Don't ever do what you're told, The old are just old, Children play with matches start a fire. Children
Where have you been?Where you're the reasons alcoholics call it fair-weather for a binge? My colleague's kids all have doctorates and mine is making permanent
By shot three I've got the fortitude to move past the prelude and explain how this escalates. I left her with an incomplete goodbye, then caught the midnight
This all started at a party. The exposition started at a party just like tonight. Not a formal with neckties and wine. Our bottles came in bags with Colt
I'm leaving. Yeah, I heard you the first time. Hypocrites are making hasty exits. I just wanted to say goodbye. Good luck at the high rise but the regret
While I sit and chat, you hold a staring match with the floor mat. You see, that's what I mean, Sweetheart. my life's like a container that sorts your
Walking into a dirty saloon singing a sad tune to the bottom half of a glass of beer. The barkeep said, It's got to be the one hundredth time we've heard
I'm heading back to where my hat used to hang. Back to the last song I sang. But it's harder in reverse. And you're not sure; it's not the only thing
One of these days, Eugene, you're going to get over your lack of heart and weak knees. And lift your skirt up, Scarlet, finally finish something you started
"You're just too stupid to see it" "You don't know what I can do. You don't know what I can do, what I'm gonna do, what I'm gonna be. You don't know how
This is how a dream becomes a nightmare From throwing smiles to playing with your hair To pretending I'm a stranger And my neck is stiff from looking
Yeah this all started at a party The exposition it started at a party just like tonight Not a formal with neckties and wine Our bottles came in bags with
I love the sounds of the nightlife. Opportunities like this surface only once or twice. I'll sleep on sofas every night and live life knee deep in poverty