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I'll wait where the water's shallow. When the tide comes, I won't care.
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If it takes you to make me feel better, then i don't want to feel better today. Needing someone only brings you down. So someone throw me some good news, a pair of new shoes, and walk me out of this.
We’re going down this way, I blame the climate change. She said to get well soon so we can beat the weather. Pour your coffee and plan ahead. I woke up late because i'm betterin bed. He's tearing pictures from a magazine and mouths the words, "it looks better on me."
If it takes you to make me feel better, then I'm got to get better than this. If it takes you to make me feel better then I gonna get better than this.
Your stare is salty like the Pacific Ocean coming through my stained glass window. "Hey Mel, you're heading South without me. Picking all those flowers without skeletons and hockey to weigh you down."
My old couch is where you rest your head. You're always sound asleep because the imprint is so big. You draw the shades from the window's heat, so I guess come August it's curtains for me (long names in famous designer shoes). You said you smoke twice a year and I saw them both (I take her where the air is clean and the trees are green). Quit your job, your love, you're done (She likes the way i say her name. See her straight teeth?).
Your stare is salty like the Pacific Ocean coming through my stained glass window. "Hey Mel, you're heading South without me. Picking all those flowers without skeletons and hockey to weigh you down."
We sat and listened to Glen Hansard because that's what made me charming. I was like Sinatra that night (you should have seen me). Does he ever play you Sideways Down? Eastern boys who think they're famous are heading West on the fastest train. I believe in Stay What You Are. That was me, across the Atlantic. That was me, down the Seine.
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Head South with two high school dropouts. They talk shop and I turn back 9 miles away. A flying V is ten feet over my head, going against the wind, I hope they're aggravated. I taped your picture to the sign on your street, so every time I'm there I know it's too far East. I read St. Lawrence and hate it, it's calculated. Replotting maps like it's exploration.
She started speaking Spanish under covers in bed, hoping that we wake up in towns where I have an accent. The smell of grass and modern medicine is keeping me calm like the sounds of the morning.
You undress me with your acorn eyes. Then you burned all my bridges claiming I was an island that's alone all the time, loaded with rum and I can help you relax, but you're done by the weekend. You'll have to excuse me, but it's still Wednesday back home. Cloud cover over the lake and the sun is behind me (behind me……). It's always behindme.
She started speaking Spanish under covers in bed, hoping that we wake up in towns where I have an accent. The smell of grass and modern medicine is keeping me calm like the sounds of the morning.
There's a girl in navy Keds who wants to die the way Diana did. Matt says, "it's ok, the nautical look is in these days." I like her highlights because they remind me of the 90s when I wasn't insecure with Rivers Cuomo flowing through me.
A little bird once told me, "Be careful of the songs you sing." (Hear me out….) Why fly South when it's still Summer with sunburn on your wings?
Everything to know about life was all in Slaughterhouse Five. Bill read his life like a cliffnote, "all time is all time and so it goes." You said we'd be poetic and stay young into our 30s. You'd look like Monroe and I'd be a Kennedy (with a better back).
A little bird once told me, "Be careful of the songs you sing." Why fly South when it's still Summer with sunburn on your wings? And isn't that just like you with mud stains on your knees. I think a tree once stood here, people loved the falling leaves.
She started speaking Spanish (under covers in bed). Hoping we wake up (in towns where I have an accent)
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Pink St. Colvin
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Blankets in my trunk smell like trust fund perfume. The ribbons tied tight hold it all together. On it reads a quote from a book I've never read or even heard of for that matter. Her handwriting's perfect, no, your handwriting's perfect, but grammatically speaking it could use some work. The quietest kids have their quiet conversation, knocking boots with the leftover legs. The mercury's rising, they act so European in the streets. Burberry skirt that she ripped all of the tags off. No returns.
Slept on the porch just to get away (I know that's exactly what you wanted to hear). Got all your pictures, read all your letters today (Eyes closed and I know I am the greatesthero). It's been said that I took a few too many (head first if you know what I mean). On the ride home, I'm shotgun, I bury my head....pretending to sleep (you're just too loud).
Like a poorly designed mass transit system, my timings always off (it's always off). It's no coincidence your street was named after a saint. Yours is and mine wasn't. And every single person agrees. Every single person agrees (it's not over until they drag me home). Remember when our hometown heros said they won't tell them your name?
Slept on the porch just to get away (I know that's exactly what you wanted to hear). Got all your pictures, read all your letters today (Eyes closed and I know I am the greatest hero). It's been said that I took a few too many (head first if you know what I mean). On the ride home, I'm shotgun, I bury my head, pretending to sleep. It never got sweeter.
We both know…..sometimes…… I walk these streets, it only gets harder, yet more stable like marrying a doctor (maybe he can make it better). Broken English lost in translation, I can't read it, I can't even say it.
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Everybody looks like a broken down movie extra, those red-eyed motel blondes. Got South Ireland in my veins and an itch to get away, and that makes sense because I'm still hungry. He stood tall, they named a building for his brother. When it came down, we all watched it on TV.
(Hold the line) Two waves don't crash together, (Tie the rope) they beat boats on a midnight tide. Green lights on the greenest seaside. That's the color of my captain's eyes.
Dreaming like Americans do. On a queen-sized bed, I eat the sheep you counted (and you'll be counting). Learning French in the afternoon, while Ella's humming jazz through the next door radio (and you're still counting). Strip malls and department stores paved over fields of our fathers' wars.
(Hold the line) Two waves don't crash together, (tie the rope) they beat boats on a midnight tide. Green lights on the greenest seaside. That's the color of my captain's eyes.
Well they all say it was the architects, with some brains and some books they built up. Real construction is more delicate. It’s leaving lines in your palms with dead skin and regret.
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You, you're all worn down. Oxygen in increments till you get there. All worn out. Picture frames that you have saved so you were there.
Hold your breath till you're a ghost. Hold the ones you love the most. To keep my words inside you like an uncontrollable need to be wanted. To God, we shouldn't say hisname, but what if it's what he didn't know? Keep your index finger on your lip. When John moved to Texas, his beach dreams moved too. Like a broken elevator, he never let us down. Keeps your ears against the wall with the glass in between. Tonight, we're coming clean.
When I was 18, I was stuck in Garden City. I was 24 wishing I was 18. The 4th of July, mall parking lot in the back seat, I won the lottery. I remember the Italian grocery store singing Twist and Shout in my head, swearing to you that one day I'd be bigger than The Beatles. If Paul McCartney's dead then who's paying my tab?
Carry me far away and I'll follow you (walking single file to cover your tracks).
When I was 18, I was stuck in Garden City. I was 24 wishing I was 18. The 4th of July, mall parking lot in the back seat, I won the lottery. I remember the Italian grocery store singing Twist and Shout in my head, swearing to you that one day I'd be bigger than The Beatles. If Paul McCartney's dead then who's paying my tab?
Go on, go on, I passed out in the driveway. Don't be upset, we'll catch up over coffee and watch old movies. Just don't tell Casey. Not a lot has changed with kids in SouthernTexas. They were all down while I was telling secrets. I even made it to the coast but somehow still felt cold......so light a match, it's only superstition. Who believes them anyway?
Hold your breath till you're a ghost. Hold the ones you love the most.
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All Blondes Go to Heaven Buffalo, New York
All Blondes Go to Heaven
Brett plays guitar, and so does Chris. Andy is a left-
handed drummer. Mike brings his bass guitar so that means Tom can play guitar too. We all sing.
When everyone leaves the backyard at your pool party on your 11th birthday, and you're left alone with just the sound that the water makes running down the waterslide, the answer is to always look down....right?
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