raccoons in the trash a voice on the breeze
the fits
we used to drive to phoenix in the summers
to see
a studio apartment somewhere new
somewhere far away from here
how does
don't borrow the car
that's what we've got bicycles for
we'll ride
something got in your eye
in the parking lot outside
of that
you can stand at a show all night
somewhere in the
eleanor it seems your heart's on your sleeve
& it's the
they played the records that we all know
they played them
back in town with damaged lungs
& shot ear drums &
carson flannery & jerome line the bookshelves at home
waiting tables
april first & i've been so low
seven months have never
hey you walk so slow when the bus doesn't show
i
i've never seen you so awful
i found you at the