Was it just a little too late to say
Everything I wanted as you walked away
Tell me, does he know how to move you like I do
Is it just an easy way to say you’re through
Don’t make a ghost out of me and you
There’s really nothing I can say or do to change your mind
Seven in the morning I can’t sleep (more…)
Everything is dark
Everybody’s here
All I gotta do is get the words right
When the microphone is near
Shoot off all my thoughts
Maybe make it rhyme (more…)
Born from hippies back in ‘69
I was bored by 1992
I walked into a recruitment office a year before that
Said ’son we’ve been waiting for you’
Discharged from a Gulf War the very same year
I came home with a car and a tomb
Of cigarettes and mixtapes and bullets from a gun
That my dead best friend never could use
(more…)
Ribbons are flying out the window.
As we drove down the interstate.
Sex was something so brand new,
It was hard as hell to wait.
(more…)
One nine six nine
Press the tape recorder let’s get this all down real fast
Before the insignificant thought goes by
There’s one more slow song left to write for the record
Make all the metal heads cry
(more…)
Lyin’ in the overgrown-up grass in the front yard
Water falling from the sky so warm it feels hard
Trying to figure out just who you really are to me
Lyin’ in the overgrown-up grass in the front yard
Water falling from the sky so warm it feels hard
Trying to figure out just who you really are…. to me
(more…)
Well I left the town of sinners, redneck priests and meth lab stalls
To find myself a few more just like me
The options pretty skinny and the order’s pretty tall
To swim the hippest waters in the sea
Somewhere in the sticky city driving back and forth
I found myself a squat in Williamsburg
Nobody seemed the same sincerely this could be a curse
But everyone’s the same with different shirts
(more…)
Now honey, dry your eyes.
Get back in the car.
There’s no need to end it this way.
That’s what she said, when I shot off the head
Of our love on that one Saturday.
(more…)
You said you’ve never give in
Never pretend that this is just a
Chapter for you
What do we do
I feel like this is war on a hill
A jack and a jill
Tryin to win a battle to do
What we never do is win
(more…)
Now everybody sleeps
But I haven’t done that
In the last few weeks or so
And ya I know the remedy
But that ran out yesterday
And I can’t refill anything
(more…)
I woke up on Sunday morning
With a shoe that was not mine
Let the taxi on the corner drive away
So I walked up Ponce de Leon
With my lips all caked in wine
But my night clothes in the day time
Gave me away (more…)
Here comes the heartache
The move out day
Excuses for my friends
Here comes the reasons I have to justify
It’s better in the end
Here come the last time I’m gonna kiss you
The first night sleeping alone
Here comes the hardest thing
We’ve ever known
(more…)
I’m not happy with myself these days
I took the best pars of the script and I made them all cliches.
And this red bandanas surely gonna fade
Even though it’s the only thing the fire didn’t take.
Everybody says ‘you’ll grown a lot, from this experience’.
Baby B comes in after a while, becomes a president.
The best things get disguised sometimes but all I know is
I finally know the difference between going back and going home.
(more…)
Oh!
Here come the captain
She’s a firecracker, skinny jeans
Two lips of honey, yeah
She leaves a trail of gasoline
She drinks more whiskey
Than her daddy, she can even sing
And all the clappers say
You’re living in her world
(more…)
She Likes Hair Bands
On satellite radio
But I was in one
So it’s a little too close to home
She can dance like
She’s done it for a living before
And I kinda dance like
I’ve been shot in the leg for sure
(more…)
Always know the road you’re riding on
Always know the words to your baby’s song
Try to make the most of Friday nights when they come
Maybe turn a stranger to a friend
Never break a heart that’s on the mend
Never let the romance ever end like I’ve done
(more…)
I got my boarding pass
A tank of gas
Then I’m never coming back
If I could only get out of the bed in this room
You’ve got the little one
Who’s a lot of fun
But your old man, he’s a drag
So baby kick him out, pick up the baby, and let’s go
(more…)
Her hair is like a crow’s nest
She’s got glitter in her eye
Her smile is like a jack-o-lantern
Trying not to cry
She’s been living been living pretty hard
Since her old man up and died a year ago
(more…)
