I'm changing my mind
changing my clothes
cut of my
so bite my tongue
from far away
I can't feel
if you need me, I'll be waiting
in the glances
I didn't mean to scare you and
I didn't mean
did you know we've been going no where?
did you
I'm not grown up
I'm still writing songs
and I'm
All last summer, in case you don't recall,
I was yours
I'm in love with
machines and magazines
I spend my
there's a big empty space
in this tiny bed
a
Mary-Anne's my favorite girl
but she's living in her Hollywood
summer boredom
break my nerves
I'm trying much too hard
I woke up in a new home
unsettled and alone,
I failed once again
I have not found just what
i'm sitting alone on the sidelines
warming the bench for
crawling swiftly over cracks
over cliffs and even mountains
little
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