Apathy and Exhaustion
Lawrence Arms lyrics
Lawrence Arms lyrics
"A Wishful Puppeteer Lyrics"
Lullaby Lyrics
We come to pay homage to the golden one We share and bear the message of your newborn son We follow paths of falling stars In and out of mangers, other b
We come to pay homage to the golden one We share and bear the message of your newborn son We follow paths of falling stars In and out of mangers, other b
I haven't seen you since that brooklyn night
i guess it's been about a year by now
cold and rainy, in a poets words
Dark and crimson in a drunken way
i was frozen in a window pane
kind of like i was on a movie screen
your hair was darker than i r
Feels Good Lyrics
Take everything that I own My destination's unknown If I started to yell Could you even tell Would it do any good Mr. Misunderstood
emembered it
i was as awkward as i could have been
so much has changed
it seems nothing ever changes
i found a way to wear a thousand different faces
time creeps into my dreams
breathe deep
fill your lungs with me
Boca Lyrics
Hay una pasin que no entiende Razn que solo se explica con el corazn Se enciende y se extiende del norte hacia el sur Pa quien lleva en las venas la
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Take everything that I own My destination's unknown If I started to yell Could you even tell Would it do any good Mr. Misunderstood
emembered it
i was as awkward as i could have been
so much has changed
it seems nothing ever changes
i found a way to wear a thousand different faces
time creeps into my dreams
breathe deep
fill your lungs with me
Boca Lyrics
Hay una pasin que no entiende Razn que solo se explica con el corazn Se enciende y se extiende del norte hacia el sur Pa quien lleva en las venas la
headaches, stalemates
chest pains, i'm trembling
ink stains, text to burn
am i leaving, am i leaving
i found your face
in my dreams the last two nights
what are you doing here
what am i singing for
Phobophile Lyrics
In the kitchen With a screaming triple amputee... Its completion depends solely On my needs... Said amputee's stumps Are my way of saying...
In the kitchen With a screaming triple amputee... Its completion depends solely On my needs... Said amputee's stumps Are my way of saying...
a window sitter grown into the crutch
the crutch has always been right there for him
i'm sorry i'm pushing her away
i'm talking crimson in a drunken sway
i'm talking crimson in a drunken sway
so much has changed
it seems nothing ever changes