Pretty Girls Make Graves

Upon the sand, upon the bay "There is a quick and easy way" you say Before you illustrate I'd rather state : "I'm not the man you think I am I'm not the man you think I am" And Sorrow's native son He will not smile for anyone And Prett

headaches, handshakes, little blue pills to take i got my stereo on ten, but i'm screaming connely's pain and i wanna make it louder, louder, louder to drown out the sound of the road under the tires yeah, i want, i want, i want it, want it x3 yeah,

Close my eyes and swallow Figure out that I am not blind or broken eared Just need to disappear (to get up out of here) I know, by the look in your eyes it's time to go We rub our legs like crickets kicking cans and stones Make it electric I've got t

All along You wanted to see me fail I'd never suspect you In the middle of the circle Hiding your cover Does this city have enough Air for both of us to breathe? If it was up to you one of us would leave I'm telling you there's no way it would be me

It's on, and the ghosts In the radio are signing along And they go ohhhh No stars out, just the city light Well nothing feels as good as the night Can you heard them go ohhhh? Ghosts are in the radio, They sing along, they sing along This city is qui

Waiting, wondering, While trying to own up, if I find the words, Apologies are useless without An address to send them to Waiting, wondering, How long you could be missing from my life Without a clue I've racked my brain about a hundred times a day I

Do you remember when We couldn't put it away? Do you remember when We couldn't put it away? Do you remember what the music meant? (To you?) (To me?) (To you?) (To me?) Do you remember what the music meant? Life's complications and frustrations They d

crowds of people, bodies brushing mouths are moving, all white noise classes clinking, people screaming high hum, low buzz, no room to breathe the story's slow with no conclusion on and on the tape is clicking step by step, and i am choking on and on

I'm sorry I missed you I mean, I'm sorry I miss you I didn't know you had it in you Do you remember your way? There's ice on the lake again, Thin enough to be a hazard when The smallest steps are too heavy and You can't will it away Spitting cold lik