Some Old Manhattan DreamingI wasn't there when you fell in love with ManhattanSome Old Manhattan Dreaming
But I heard you sometimes through the walls, Making love to all the street signs and subway maps And gathered facts like stories buried deep beneath the concrete.
You were always in love with those stories, Convinced, if you'd just look a little bit harder, you'd find your own, Piled in with the rest, and a bit worse for wear, And a little bit drunk and a little bit gritty And nevertheless it was never that easy, was it?
Because you fell in love with Manhattan, and she don't love you back, And somehow you get of
Never Too Early To StartWhen you fell in love, Were there artifacts of regret For the people who loved you And warned you this would happen Like it always happens, In the since-shattered hope You were different?Never Too Early To Start
Were there angels to burn you And splinter your bones, To make a massacre of the mockery to morality Then spit in your wounds?
When you fell in love, Did you see tomorrow like an angry ghost Or was it more like a death sentence? Did it bear down upon you like a tidal wave Or did ceaseless night give way To midnight screams and agony -- A cacoph
Shooting Down StarsI had a friend who had a thought That stars are made of golden dust Suspended in the darkened sky,Shooting Down Stars
And that was why, he told me, He was not afraid to die.
Lately I've been tempting Death, Some kind of twisted game --
If I lose, I've done you wrong, And if I win I fade away.
Second ThoughtsWhat madness exists In the shadows of this mind? Pushing 2:30 and still we sit here Anxious, splicing bits and pieces, Gathered fragments of truth About the boy outside Shouting record of his misery To any circling cop who'll listen.Second Thoughts
Finger resting on an achy trigger, Was there a moment When you suddenly longed to be inside these walls, For the familiar touch of chalkdust and cellophane To play conscience to your sweaty hands And heavy heart? Did you weigh the "what ifs" and "how comes" And "who said you had any right to leaves" Spent caring
SleevelessOnce more I find my mouth an open door, All the secrecy of a speakeasy and the stealth of a stampede. What's more is I've found myself here before And the deja vu is wreaking havoc on my sanity It's an endless loop, you see And there's no cure for wearing your heart on your sleeve.Sleeveless
I think it's time to go sleeveless and barefoot in the grass of apathy, I think it's time to go sleeveless
and feel the nonchalance beneath my feet.
I know I'm running headlong for disaster, I can assure you it happens almost every day. I'm sure you know that I don't know what yo
This is a little late
Distracted
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A stitch in time mucks up the space-time continuum.
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"What are you dense? Are you retarded or something? Who the hell do you think I am? I'm the goddamn Batman!"
TINY TINY LEPRECHAUNS
LITTLE LEPRECHAUNS
TINY TINY LEPRECHAUNS
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"What are you dense? Are you retarded or something? Who the hell do you think I am? I'm the goddamn Batman!"
HO SHIT.
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Peanut butter isn't an addiction. It's a way of life.
My face is stuck!
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"What are you dense? Are you retarded or something? Who the hell do you think I am? I'm the goddamn Batman!"
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I got the cops called on me last week because i walked outside with a gun and professed my love to a flower...such a passionate flower
-Lars the emo kid
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Peanut butter isn't an addiction. It's a way of life.
My face is stuck!
Just 'cause
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Peanut butter isn't an addiction. It's a way of life.
My face is stuck!
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