We live and die with our opinions I`m not saying it`s not anything It`s just not everything If a problem doesn`t stare you back Then maybe it`s not worth
you open up, stay right here, when you look down you slide. Keep the pace for every move, when it goes too fast. Take the place the absentee,
: What's with the sweat and nervous smile Looks like your pain's gonna kill us all Just like a gun don't care at all Feel's like your justice it made
Hill. Up a sleeping street and into 303. Want more of you rubbed off on me so for the summer months I'll just get marked absentee
What's with the sweat and nervous smile Looks like your pain's gonna kill us all Just like a gun don't care at all Feel's like your justice it made us
the absentee Lord, this country's changed so fast The future is the present The present's in the past Highways are in litigation The airports disagree God bless the absentee God bless the absentee
A million candles line these streets. Back home theres just melted wax on the concrete and I recall a heart so pure it that ceased to beat. I haven't
Mend the sea on this floating tin can On the branch i bend This swollen page is a yawning friend Through the straw i stem Reframe and cut this, ailing
*Chriisz Brown* y u up iin here startiin drama Cuttiie got dat booty wiit dat curve liike a toma u can diisappear iin mii hand tiill tomorra [x2] we
Maybe it's not over yet Somewhere inside him there must be some new dream Awaiting to topple the rest when he finds himself feeling alive yet alone Maybe
and effect I'm absent Absent, sometimes it feels like it's us against them Absent, sometimes it feels like their angers are justified If it feels like I'm absent
Shirts in the closet, shoes in the hall Mama's in the kitchen, baby and all Everything is everything Everything is everything But you're missing Coffee
I. Her Man's Been Gone Her man's been gone For nearly a year He was due home yesterday But he ain't here Her man's been gone For nigh on a year He was
[I. Her Man's Been Gone] Her man's been gone For nigh on a year He was due home yesterday But he ain't here Her man's been gone For nigh on a year He
Hey, let's cross the sea And get some culture Red wine with every meal And absinthe after dinner We'd look good Side by side Walking back To the hotel
(Written by Pedro Baby, Daniel Jobim) So you've been gone And I am alone I miss you so I miss you And if you knew what I've been through I love you
The fresh air, soft landing So good to be home This bruised world's got its beauty It's where I belong The sight of those green curves Quickens my heart
breath it in, the sweet smell of failure. drink it down with dystopic discord... drown me darling, once more. pesticides. this pest aside... anything