you've wandered off ( Read more... )

hey, to close the past like a book would be just great.

go away.!

'we slung him across the saddle and set off like an army in retreat, helping each other i suppose, to keep the corpse from falling, to keep the bicycle moving, to keep ourselves moving, through the jeering crowd.'

now every ice storm will end the same,

jolene screaming at her own frozen hands//

you are in a room with chairs and smoke and two pinball machines, you even have a jukebox (i imagine something slow and sad, moonlit mile maybe) and i only have a basement. you'll call me on your way home but it won't be enough. i know you're drunk in the bathroom now. you will wake up eleven times throughout the night to get rid of the vodka. ( Read more... )

your house is a model and i drive past it when i'm alone ( Read more... )

there are many things that i would like to say to you, but i don't know how.

the first time, the second time, let's stop this clock from starting!
(it's 1948, i got suburban eyes)

give me something clean like sharp pavement or glass bottles near a window please tell me what to do, finally i know what i want but i don't know where you are

i have dreams that you sleep at the wheel and kill us. the best conversation we'd ever had happened an inch from the wall-- i said something like your name and you said nothing. well, it's basically nothing now. it's just like dying quietly.