Well I thought about the army
Dad said, son you're fucking
sometimes i get the feeling
that i won't be on
Lying awake in my hospital room
Silas Creek Parkway is my
jane be jane
you're better that way
not when you're trying
imitating something
Goodnight, goodnight, sweet baby
The world has more for you
Than it
from the back of your big brown eyes
i knew you'd
there was a time when i had nothing to explain
oh,
I should warn you
I go to sleep
I know you don't
Know
i thought about sitting on the floor in second grade
i
choose from any number of magazines
who do you want to