We have tried and failed We have stumbled and fallen We have tried a new taste and we spit it back out We have taken a left turn when we meant to turn
dear Mrs. touma I walked upstairs into the kitchen saw a piece of birthday cake and I heard my mother crying
sitting here like forty ounces waiting to be drunk I always seem to want what I don't want it's more than I can handle still I want another shot even
I'm looking for the answers to my prayers but I just can't seem to find them anywhere see I've been hoping for no war , no crime , all the people on the
when I look at the life in which I'm sinking naturally I find myself thinking what am I doing here ? it's been fun , so much fun doing things I never
Look back on what they told you and see what truth can't hide the government controls you and brother that's not just a line but don't trust them to tell
incinerate the pictures we once had I guess it`s over with you obliterate every morning since we met and every nighttime too explosive is how I feel when
my dog's a cat but he's really fat and I shove him under the welcome mat doesn't know where he's going to and he doesn't know where he's been
look in the mirror who's staring at me reflections showing everything but the pain that's underneath I turn around and walk away but the images stay in
I won't remember your name I can see it everywhere I go I can't remember how you cut your hair some things you cut no longer grow I'll forget where you
There are things I'd like to say that I've said too many times before Things I should have done instead of looking for a way to get out You'll never know
who you gonna call ? roger
(Sound For Sound) sfs it's only a song took five minutes and it's not that long and it means more to us than it will to them just another stupid fast
What can I say? Why should I try? I tried to love what I knew I hated I took a lie and I made a truth I defended what I should have denied I never gave
Came into town ready to play But Matt said, "Sorry - the show's not today" Went to some punks' house and heard GBH But we were thrown out when their mother
it's a very small world in the middle of a crowd the room gets dark when the music gets loud the rudies want to groove but there's no room to move 'cause
These are the toughest days Time is slow and the skies are gray Well, this is the hardest time To tell yourself to take your time Seems like a hundred