Now when the day goes to sleep and the full moon looks
And the night is so black that the darkness cooks
And you come creeping around, making me do things I don't want to do ...
Um, you are aware that that's a Ben E. King song, right?
Tomorrow never happens. It's all the same fucking day, man. (Ball and Chain, 1967)
Well I was never good with goodbyes*
Lets pretend this isn't over
I'll love you forever or at least until I'm sober*
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go,
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home.
If they don't have a Grand Ole Opry, like they do in Tennessee,
Just send me to hell or New York City, it would be about the same to me.
I aint much for mowin thick grass
I'm too slow for workin' too fast
I don't do windows so honey don't ask
But I'm pretty good at drinkin' beer
A go getter maybe I'm not
I'm not known for doin' a lot
But I do my best work when the weather's hot
I'm pretty good at drinkin' beer
So hand me one more
That's what I'm here for
I'm built for having a ball
I love the nightlife
I love my budlight
I like 'em cold and tall
And I can tell you why People go insane,
I can show you how you could do the same.
I can tell you why the end will never come.
I can tell you I'm a shadow on the sun.
And I don't understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain that there's no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape
Blind Melon--No Rain
I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
Do you really have everything you want?
You can't ever give somethin' you ain't got
You can’t run away from yourself
Could you look me in the eye?
and tell me that you're happy now?
come on, tell it to my face or have I been replaced
are you happy now?
Freezing cold
It cracks your limbs
How long can you last in this frozen water burial?
Dead end soul for a dead end girl