backwards forwards they keep marching on too late don't think i can stop it now i will do this for you i will do this for you watch him fade see right through i...

walkin all the way with 'ol saint nick to a place where they say is thriving alive with people past their day you can see the new ones ariving even alex is a bi...

do you remember lying on a grapefruit in the solemn of the evening sun when i saved you from the cat in the deep blue forest where the wild things grow from the...

hey zoe hey zoe why do you stare your mother your mother she worries hey zoe can i read you a book your favorite story it's the one where nobody dies and nobody...

there's this little girl who lives down the street from me and every Sunday afternoon when jenny richter goes to church she stops by and says hello and she says...

there's a man lives right outside my door lives on the hardwood floor where he was born he was brought here against his will but he lives there still to this da...

big heavy things seem so dum just like bells thirty times start to swell march is near five feet away and so is jim we love him so so make it loud something so ...

norman coffin's got a tattoo for me he keeps it underneath his bed and he don't understand why he does what he do but he says he's sorry if you're sad and he gr...

paper box hello mrs green i have to go bright light black hole what time does he get home? feet worn hands cold fifteen nights alone white man red car you don't...

took some time but there are so many things i finally realized i took for granted a amile, a friend, a laugh, a time i'll never find and it's not like i didn't ...

it's been forty-five nights and fifteen moons i've been searching for a path to you but now i call upon my head what's in my head it tells me everything is dead...

a day of compassion that might be the cure we can stop testing hypothesizing scrutinizing just a little sympathy just a little sympathy just a little sympathy a...

june plays her guitar every night at two am i hear her through my floor in between the slammin doors a suitcase filled with clothes lies beneath her unslept bed...

i am walking on the line where fish decide which way to go people are waiting, watching my every drop, waiting for my flop maybe i will sometimes it feels good ...