some meaning And let me know about whatever you find I stand in place and watch the world move around me With a smile on my face Seems everyone just
an optimist So when life gives me lemons I throw them at cars A place to hang your hat, a better window Dressing from the soul My face inside of makeup
There, along the road, was a tiny home The yard held dead machines behind its fences Like they were it's kids Broken down, but still worth a lot to someone
clouds The chimneys' mouths spewing smoke around And I can't stop coughing My lungs just won't calm down But still I keep grinning As the blood from my face
One, two, three; one, two, three... I left my home on hollow bones While you were curled and sleeping And I wandered far beneath the concrete star
But I'm too scared to look, So I curl up beneath the window And I pray they won't find me And I pray that I'll keep still I see your face in
I won't bend, so you'll have to break me But I know my place, and I'm pretty used to it And you might turn, and you might lose face, But you know your
and crooked a hiccup in the sound is like a smudge on the tv like a crick in your neck like mistakes that you never regret it's the look upon your face
I fell asleep in a chair by the fireplace And I woke up in the kitchen sink With an umbrella full of holes atop my head and I fell asleep on the table
Get, get, gotta get it off my chest There's no chest (hahaha) Get, get, gotta get it out my mouth, it's turning sour, so... Get, get, gotta get if off
Smile Teeth broken Play piano Take a number When snows come And the trees all Start to crumble I'll be waiting Ask me Is there fire? And I
The ghost inside my head, it never sleeps It just rearranges thoughts and leaves me numb for weeks But I'm okay, yeah I feel fine Because I know there
It's time to collect the bones We don't mind because we can't go home We choke on our shooting stars But can't quit because we've come this far We can
The skeleton's hanging from the door My heart is beating on the floor Still they leave me here Scribbling theories across the wall I'm shooting the
I saw your father in the hall His ghost is living in the walls I heard him crying while you slept I heard him breaking things after you left I watched
Little boy at your mothers side watching on as your daddy comes to die. As they rope his neck, his hands both shake then they kick the stool from the
In my dream you were on a table With an incision in your belly I reached my hands inside you But in there you were empty I searched through your body
You, beneath the bed, I know all your tricks I've seen you watching I've seen you drifting away Seen you falling along I've seen you disappear