and all the panic stricken flower maidens update their who-to-hate lists.
my journal entries are harmony ladened, and tirelessly self-loathing.

they got easels to stain
people to blame
their ego's inflamed
they need code names
i saw your sub-genre in a passing glance
it was you and your dj in matching pants

And I know a place
Where no one is likely to pass
Oh, you don't care if it's late
And you don't care if you're lost
And oh, you look so tired
But tonight you presume too much
Too much, too much
And if it's the last thing I ever do
I'm gonna get you!

Crash into my arms
I want you
You don't agree -
But you don't refuse
I know you

knew we'd never stand a chance
we were slave to circumstance
maybe we'd have seen it through
if you were me and i was you
out of mind and body too
got the incarnation blues

If I could only see you now for about an hour ( Read more... )

Is it cruel or kind not to speak my mind ( Read more... )

You cook and clean and sow when I tell you to
Dance and drink and screw when I want you to
If I ask you to

push becomes shove
days become months
I seem to have forgotten the warmth of the sun

i wont kill myself, trying to stay in your life
i got no distance left to run

ive been wondering east of eden
been lost, cold, lonesome as a sparrow in the rain
found myself tumbling to a sinking feeling
someone said i done gone wrong couldnt feel no shame
ill be leaving town on the very next train
you can wait for me little girl
but i wont be coming this way again

and it aint nobodys
business if i do