Mary. Drinking all the time. Drunk all my wine. She’s getting hot and bothered. Sunny, you ain’t no soldier boy, rifles aren’t a toy.  Just

You and I don’t know what to do, people fretting about the world anew. Close your eyes. We are stuck like sticks in the mud,

I wrote a song about girls And what they mean to me Like a long winter Interrupted with a day of spring I don’t like

Settle down I want you to hear this.  I want to set a fire as I touch your lips.  You complain and I tell you

If I should decide for you, with all the violence, that stands between. You hold your youth. Like the knives you are hiding. If I

Something foolish,  something crude, something to start a new. Something echoes and rip through the chords,  and I don’t want to stand a minute with

In the moonlight,  there’s only moonlight, reflecting the violence of the sun. You look to your yard, and see the blood, although it appears quite

It’s been a year now. What should I do? Life is so absent. All work no, light of day.  I keep a journal, of said

It was a million, miles away from here.  A soft sound, but enough to make its reach. Spark to the fire, but enough to engulf

Please tell me,  there is something,  that is better than this. Please tell me that we are more than just a goodbye kiss. And with

They see you cross, into the movies, while I stumble. You defeat waves, of lucid, lullabies I see you wave, in famedom, as I wonder

The pleas of their screams  were coarse and heavy, but then I knew not, of what to do. Think of the things,  that are cold