over the middle bridge
i saw you driving downtown with your windows rolled down and you were singing along to your radio my horn wouldn't
blow could not get your attention it's great to see you around how long you in town let me buy you a beer and you can talk
off my ear you've probably got a lot to say
this flag signals goodbye
just remember she said this is what you wanted you asked for this you asked for it somewhere an empty room fills
with the sound of a ringing phone it's 4:00 am where you are wonder if you're not at home and everything you ever said
has lodged itself into my head my heart sinks as i realize that your phone is by your bed and this flag signals goodbye
a quick glance becomes the first half of this second chance passing each mile takes me if everything you're feeling is written
on your face perhaps you need a mirror to proofread for mistakes if it mattered you would ask me if i cared you would not see
that some things have no reason and it's best to let them be and this flag signals goodbye
press the number three
in the wall i saw you call the elevator the smile you were wearing said you were sharing just how you felt with the rest
of the world and i could not help but smile myself thinking of you as my girl press the number three press the letter b
doors are closing
there are lots of things i don't care about and none of them are you when you hand me my heart what did you think i'd say
what did you think i'd say i am never going to do that again know i'm never going through that again swear through the phone
i can smell bridges burning actions caude ignition and words just dan the flames doors are closing echoes through the room
can't help but laigh and think how true unlike i am never going to do that again i'm never going through that again
fan mail for a criminal
having thoughts like fan mail for a criminal blame shifter you practice cruelty for sport repercussions of sarcasm as weapon
the unknown factor not covered in chapter three example is yours this is not some optimist call to arms make me up now
and then oh the games we play arrows splashing a century of leather gang of freaks better late than never example is yours
borrowed red bike
you should have seen me stumble 'round thursday night i went looking for you but you were nowhere in sight so i had
a few drinks down the street a few more got high in the bathroom then i hit the door outside in the night august air
hard to breathe on my borrowed red bike i head the wrong way down the street and i don't know where you are
and i won't look no more 'cause it just dawned on me you're probably down at the shore
drinking on the roof
bottle of wine unfamiliar skyline reading a foreign newspaper mid-afternoon in the next room you sleep off all the excitement
and the sun burns away that dreary day haze as the dead wait for a walk in their honor power lines erratic flight a blinking light
green then solid red half bottle of wine and i'm feeling fine that your skyline feels like a neighbor and the sun burns
away that dreary day haze as the dead wait for a walk in their honor
room full of you
a picture of you upside down on my dash and i'm looking at you smiling back from the glass this election's over and
your vote's been cast and now each mile is harder than the least and i'm all jacked up and i'm driving too fast and i can't
seem to think past the past know i can't seem to think past the past my mind's in reverse and it's heading to a time when i sat
in a room full of you while you were at work i would play my guitar and i'd meet you downstairs and we'd go park your car
and then we'd stay up all night watching bad t.v. or go to the show for a drink and i'm all jacked up and i'm driving too fast
and i can't seem to make these things last know i can't seem to make these things last
losing mine
hope it doesn't take you long to make up your mind because it seems i'm losing mine swore i would not let myself be
this way again make myself a lair every time didn't realize i was so affected and now i don't know what to do and i am
hoping that you're feeling the same way because all i want for Christmas is you yeah all i want for Christmas is you
the real thing
coca-cola and pills won't help you with that void you can't fill are you shooting for thrills or aiming to kill the white room turns
red and blue and you're leaving without wearing your shoes 'cause no one paid attention to you when you sang your clues
(someday this will be i told you so)
(it came) out of nowhere
hello kitty what a pity that your city is nine hours away and i'll be trying to find a way to find my way back to you and
when i do when i do i can't think of a thing to do except look at you and smile the way i do when you look at me and now
i'm heading to Philly alone and i can't believe what i'm hearing on my phone upstairs to a note keys on top right next
to what's left of the pot sorry i'll call you Groningen to Morgantown we did our best to bring the house down i lay sleeping
in D.C. and you changed the plan rented a car became full time family man so hello kitty i'm back in Philly you know that's
less than three hours away and i am trying to find a way to find my way back to you and when i do...
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