Everytime the day darkens down and goes away pictures open in my head Of me and you silent and cliche all the things we did and didn't say Covered by
Baby Britain feels the best Floating over a sea of vodka Separated from the rest Fights problems with bigger problems Sees the ocean fall and rise Counts
I'd say you make a perfect Angel in the snow All crushed out on the way you are Better stop before it goes too far Don't you know that I love you? Sometimes
You walk down Alameda Shuffling your deck of trick cards over everyone Like some precious only son Face down, bow to the champion You walk down Alameda
Throwing candy out to the crowd Dragging down the main The helpless little thing with the dirty mouth Who's always got something to say You're sitting
I'm going out sleepwalking Where mute memories start talking The boss that couldn't help but hurt you And the pretty thing he made desert you I'm going
A wallflower punch talks to Judy In a crowded corner where anybody can listen in But they don't read page to page or speak easy Now they're gonna go say
Got bitten fingernails and a head full of the past And everybody's gone at last A sweet sweet smile that's fading fast 'Cause everybody's gone at last
They asked me to come down and watch the parade To march down the street like the Duracell bunny With a wink and a wave from the cavalcade Throwing out
He's pleased to meet you underneath the horse In the cathedral with the glass stained black Singing sweet high notes that echo back To destroy their
She's shaking down I'm absent and numb from shock Reaching around for the hands of the clock Should've lied Lit me up, it's my lie Should've lit me up
Start stop and start, stupid acting smart Flirting with the flicks, you say it's just for kicks You'll be the victim of your own dirty tricks You got
At a party, he was waiting Looking kind of spooky and withdrawn Like he could be underwater The mighty mother with her hundred arms Swept all aside I
Concrete hands picked up the telephone ring Do you know who you're talking to? No, and I don't care who She whispered quiet terror news He didn't give
Last call, he was sick of it all, asleep at home Told you off and goodbye Well, you know one day it'll come to haunt you That you didn't tell him quite
Two dollar color pictures from a photo booth Dirty stepped on lying out on the floor of their room Faces fell long in the half light He looks all wrong
He played himself Didn't need me to give him hell He could be cool and cruel to you and me Knew we'd put up with anything I wanna hurt him I want to
I can wait, I can wait I can sit wondering what in world you think about I don?t think I?m ever gonna figure it out After all the alcohol, the pretty