Song of the Day

after the flood

Don't matter to kiss and Put back, poor fishies should be free

And if you can't find your friends, you can leave without 'em And if you run out of drugs, you can sleep without 'em (I know you can) And if you want to go home, you can call a taxi And if you don’t want to talk, you can sit in the backseat

Inside your room there’s 40 few 
remaining figures of new moons 
 to curve around your axle heart 
 in hopes that something new will start. The things you grow are set to die. 
You cling to them with knuckles white. 
 So wind me up, damper to floor 
 and I don’t know if I know love no more.

If I got locked up would you see me at the end of my sentence? White dot, buy pot with what I got Which I got from, fuck, still ain’t did shit with the beat

I've been waiting up all night Baby, tell me what's wrong Go on and make it right Make it all night long

Walk on through the wind Walk on through the rain Though your dreams be tossed and blown

I make boys cry because they don't understand that i am a person yeah i get sad too but i don't take it out on you

Try not to laugh. I know it'll be hard. I'm serious. I know it's a first but...

Pull out your heart To make the being alone Easy, easy

i used to cover my ears it took my years to believe i could be quiet and still uncompromising

Too often I forgot my tongue, when I speak up

but right now i don't feel like it--i'm drunk and i feel like shit

caroline your eyes are dead like outer space and i know that i am boring i can read it in your face

To be dead and alive

if there's a cool spot in hell i hope you get it if there's a cool spot in hell i know you'll get it

I have learned sometimes a need can run too deep and we throw away the things we most wanted to keep and inside we lie over and over again