you were under the weather radar
and the storm came rolling in.

you implied a sad story,
when you told it like it is.

suitcases and milk crates
all filled up with din

and you know your ear's bleeding
but the sound won't give in

you played a character in primer
when your dreams grant wishes

to your frightened mind

it can't handle emotion

you're a half-cocked nobody
sailing on your trusty cruiser
down a hill that requires
hard braking

and the sun is out
and the sweat pours down
and you're dying, but
you're still rolling

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commercials caught within the show
the white caps need their undertow
l. burton and his reading rainbow
blindness as his fictional blow
and you can't tell me
not to watch him talk
about the early future
on top of 90's pop
informative and instrumental
gets me feeling sentimental.
thank you, jordi, for explaining.
even though it's lame.

swinging in the jazz.
you're only swinging,
cause i'm pushing, and
you're swinging with pizazz.
sing along the stop sign song
and make your move belong.
i've got a right hand turn
to go about
unless i'm wrong.
your orchestra is one
of unnecessary fun
and sing alongs.
i can condone
that what you're shown
is more than just a song.

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in every misty decision you've made
regarding your costs and my humble stay
there's still one thing you never gave
and that's a way to pay

you don't want me anymore
i felt it yesterday
the way i think
and how i drink
transcending every day

i hate the way
you place the blame
on being someplace else

if i were a garden
and you were a rock
you'd know exactly
how i felt

i have no qualms
against your wrongs
except for when i do
and i am woman

let me be
and i'll let you be too