Don't bother asking for explanation, she'll just tell you that she came, in the year of the cat.
There comes a time when you swim or sink so I jumped in the drink 'cause I couldn't make myself clear. Maybe I wrote in invisible ink, oh I've tried to think how I could've made it appear.
Better take the keys and drive forever. Staying won't put these futures back together. All the perfect drugs and superheroes wouldn't be enough to bring me back to zero.
Satan rejected my soul; as low as he goes,he never quite goes this low.
So don't you worry your pretty little mind because people throw rocks at things that shine. [Ours]
Some things are better off forgottenWe bury them in places that we really only visit by ourselvesOh you were a version like no otherOh they never tell you what to do when all you see is goneWhat's the...
They keep you doped with religion, and sex, and T.V.And you think you're so clever and classless and freeBut you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
you're the storm that I've been needingand all this peace has been deceivingI like the sweet life and the silencebut it's the storm that I believe in
I wish I knew what it was like, to find a place where I belong.
I started out with nothing and I've still got most of it left.
Life is a pigsty.
I see the world, it makes me puke,But then I look at you and know,that somewhere there's a someone who can soothe me.
Oh, I can't help quoting you, because everything that you said rings true.
Am I the reason you breatheOr am I the reason you cry?
Disappointment came to me,and booted me,and bruised and hurt me,but that's how people grow up.
And I have to speculate that God himself did make us into corresponding shapes, like puzzle pieces from the clay.
All that I need now is someone with the brains and the know-how to tell me what I want.
If shame had a face I think itwould kind of look like mineIf it had a home would it be my eyesWould you believe me if I said I'm tired of thisWell here we go now one more timeI tried to climb your ste...
So no one told your life wasGonna be this wayYour job's a jokey brokeYour love life's D.O.A.It's like you're always stuckIn second gearWhen it hasn't been your dayYour week, your monthOr even your yea...
If tears were liquor, I'd have drunk myself sick.