i caught you crying as you opened up the door on the phone with devin back on the momma cali shore (?) and you and your mom were fighting you know that womens a bitch and with everyone back home she's...
Sharpshooter coming swinging through saloon doors she's smoking and aiming crosshairs at the hearts of unsuspecting victims well how did I get myself into this mess I'm staring you in the eye a gun on...
The sidewalks talkin' as i was walkin' on my usual way to work he said 'why do you walk the way you do? careful not to step on the crack' said 'I don't want to do anything that might have offended you...
The story is pressed onto sheets of paper Yellow now, by the years and low haunting failure (?) The paint is peeling off this old house The ghosts that linger here of husband and spouse The fairytale...
The smell of cold hits my nose and the leaves are starting to change drivin' down this old road and not much has changed except the seasons and i miss san francisco the smell of the ocean and the way...
stop screaming, leave and i promise to get all my things but as soon as the cross the door well this place won't be home anymore so whats love mean to you? well is it hard work or does it just come...