If my head could start the argument. You know it would. Never good at accepting compliments. That all compliments of me. Let's go where it might be
I know this guy with an agenda to his name. He calls himself my friend, but I don't want to know him. He'll be the first to step on my wounded knee.
I'm locking all the doors. I'm busting up the mirrors. Reflection is a dirty thing. It seems that's all too obvious. I didn't dim the lights enough
a father from a son. There's ghosts on the highway. I claim. Dancing on the medians. Slamming breaks. I'm forty miles from the city and this is the
can I make this a metaphor for how you spit on this, For how you make me feel. Your 'sorry' gives as much as 'sorry' gets. The riff is in. The riff is
lemons. There's far more than I can use. They're tumbling out of my closet. Rolling from under my bed. When I'm running through ladders. Just saw a black
lot in a shell-shocked shelled kind of life. Thanks to modern medicine, now I'm doing alright. I've got this guitar and a pocket full of friends. It's worth more
I got a semi hollow body on my chest. My back hurts. My throat is feeling stressed. I swear by the end of the night, I'll be coughing up the morning
staring at the floor. I need a little more focus. Come on, this is ridiculous. How something small has become so big. Come on, I can't consider this. I can't consider this is
Twenty-nine years into life. Some things, I still can get right. Priorities may never be straight. That's always a topic for debate. I've made up my
to your views. It's more than points that break. There's no threat. Little promise to your life, so you take it out on music. Your talk is cheap, I don
Spend time wasted, some say, "Hey, learn to relax just a little". But I can't. No I won't. There's way too much to be done. Every note in my head is
I built a room smaller than the pendulum. Future's looking cracked up. It's more than just a patch job. What can I do now? Someday I'll get the swing
