I know that yesterday is gone and it won't come
Down in a local bar
Out on the boulevard
The sound of
I lay down, I cant sleep
My mind drums on repeat
I
Even now I can smell your clothes, freshly from the
We went rolling up the coast til there was no
I made my slow way home
Limping on broken bones
Out of
A line of strands to mark the trail
No one said
Well I know the trouble when the trouble starts.
I know
I sit and wonder of your pause
What makes you so
From small pins to fiery burns,
These are the signals of
Over the fence,
My foot gets ahold of the grate,
And up
It was the year
I crashed my motor bike
I think it
There's things I know I should have mentioned sooner
But I