It takes the sum of all the kindness And the whole of all the guilt I scramble our affection like some eggs There are things I want to tell you
Crackers spoil In the California sun Autumn leaves But she never said where she was going In your heart Your mind grow dumb You feign surprise
Words turn into flowers into paper into plastic cups that tie around a figure that was planted in the snow. And often is the case that you have set
She was standing by her mirror Brushing out her curls and braids That evening had arranged the night before She noticed her pale cheeks As were seen
I?d like to buy a good Used paperbacked living bible And I?ve got some things That I?d like to put on out there Like a pony cart and an old bird
There are dishes in the sink this morning They remind me of a dream There are coffee cups and empty glasses I laid next to a wet sponge I casually
Here?s a little story ?bout regret Doesn?t have an ending, it?s not finished yet But from what I know this far it?s just a peep at who we are And
Well I hate Nathan Bedford Forrest He?s the featured artist in the devil?s chorus And damn they?re looking ugly to me Damn they?re looking ugly to
Well it started out intimate enough She was hardly convinced of this And nothing was right with out it And every thing, I mean every thing?s unclean
In a life that?s wrong and hung around I?d probably wet myself with all the talk Think of me as serious or slightly disappointed I?m not looking to
