so tired you could sleep with the light on with the stereo blasting in you ear you know you're tired when your senses fail i'm a coin-laundry loser with a degree i'm the car alarm in an '83 pontiac, painted black< . . .
so tired you could sleep with the light onwith the stereo blasting in you earyou know you're tired when your senses faili'm a coin-laundry loser with a degreei'm the car alarm in an '83 pontiac, painted blackkeep the lov . . .
They have fingers sore from pointing.They have pointed dialogue now.The ears are where the,where the fingers go,where the fingers go.They have fingers sore from pointing.They have pointed dialogue.And the ears are where . . .
Save yourself or you'll be murdered in forty hour increments, I'm certain that the evidence will shock you. Subsequently they'll fill your chair, forgetting of your sitting there. Quickly they'll fill your chair, forgett . . .
I pretend, I pretend to choke but there are things we should not joke about. I made a list - a list of things I tried so hard, so hard to forget about. I awoke to find my neighbors gone, some moved away or even dead. Eve . . .
if i could cut you of without conciencei'd dimiss you like someone i never knewalthough I feel you brought the world upon my shouldersthere are some things i can't bring myself to domyself to do . . .
I'm making up reasons,I have answers for questions never asked.This is the sound of me thinking too loud.This is the sound of my brain waves in a chaotic symphony of thought,or something like that.Everybody says i'm Mexi . . .
It would be nice to see your hair from you againI sure miss knowing what you're up to these daysAnd not a single day has past that I haven't thought of youSince we split up and went our separate waysSometimes I think wha . . .
Christmas came and went,all your money spenton whisky for the common cold,you feel it in your bones you're growing old.Last night in the park,singin' in the dark,Amazing grace, how sweet the sound,that saved a wretch, th . . .
God, if you can hear, can you help me and my friends? We've been driving all night into dead ends. We just wanna find our own way home again. We knew you as kids but lost you in smokey bars. We lost you in the boom of lo . . .
Move on to far in the direction that you are going.You are the reason that i am feverish.Creating distance your the scent.In the kiss you are resistance.You are insufficiently you are the reason i am breaking down.Yeah i . . .
I can't pretend that this is working well. If you couldn't really tell, this has become my perfect hell - at least from where I'm seeing things. At least from where I'm seeing things, the heartache that my toil brings is . . .
There was no more chemistry, exciting chords or harmonies, infectious riffs or melodies to sing. Twas' not a single speck of magic there in that tangled mess of moving air, so we shut off all our amps and we called it qu . . .
I feel myself getting sick, when summer ends and school begins. Oh how the desks begin to dig in my back. A sad semester encroaches. All the teachers and the coaches weren't tolerant of individuals who made up their own . . .
sometimes you look so beautifulbut love is just a chemical passing through my headthis time the songs will write the words to the music i've been makingthe words that i've been taking have been getting longerthis time (t . . .
take alltake all i saytake everythinginfront of mewhen all is goneeverythingwill i still love and seek your face?move my lifeit's torn aparti feel you in my heartso many timesi felt and seenno one can take this love from . . .
Losing friends and missing loversSpending days beneath the coversBuying time with every tooth inside your headBeing short with all the neighborsTurning down their simple favorsThey never understood you anywayhis is a pat . . .
I saw it in the eyes of the checkout girl - that sad and holy glow every blue-collar knows, like the lit windows on my childhood street where the deep, dark secrets of the family are kept. Beneath the mire and stench of . . .
The bathwater is cold. I can't even feel my legs. They are turning white. I'm quite worked up by you tonight and I can't even sleep, so here I am. It's 4 am. Shaving in your 50's tub with Lady Remington and pictures line . . .
Some people stay sick in bed,sick at work or in their heads.Doctors can diagnose,problems they are having most.Regulate the chemicals,prescribe all the medicines.Put you on the right road to recovery.There where nurses m . . .
I'm running out of fingers to count the things I've done wrong.I'm dangling from the towers I've built to save my life.Could it be I've been the one to kiss you to a tree?Do you remember, when I was younger, what you use . . .
Yesterday I broke my favorite chair. It cracked as I was sitting there, and on my way to work, I fell asleep. That girl reminded me Of another girl I used to see, and her ghost continued haunting me all day long. You won . . .
Yesterday i broke my favorite chair.The crack was always sitting there.And on my way to work i fell asleep...But that girl reminded me of another girl i used to see.And it just continued haunting me all day long.You wont . . .
You spell love a different way, oh God it hurtsI've learned to read the way you do andEverybody has a story hereSo who came in and twisted youThere's a song it's haunting tuneConvincing youThere's a song, it's calling us . . .
When you surround yourself with lunaticsAnd crack addicts...And when you find yourself falling down...On the inside...I will not be surprised, but i will fake itIf you cant shake itI can kick it...I will not be surpirsie . . .
It's two o clock now,I'm tired and I should be off to bed.Monday flew by, where were you?In my heart and not my headTurn on the TV or the radioBut there's nothing for me thereMaybe if I saught you or I thought of youThen . . .
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