'this time of year always gets to me', he said, as he pulled the last trash bag from his car trunk. she was electric tonight. buzzing like a transistor from her new staples. glamour. burning billboards. romance. a new mistake. some kind of wonterful. in the patchwork constructed by pipes in basement apartments.
searching for a ghost that walks the fine line between hollywood and black eyes. neon candlelight. this doesn't feel right. end it. with all the glamour of a death rattle. air is not safe. i'll keep you in this glass case forever. but muscles atrophy, and the mood is broken. and all this panic is a perfectly timed lie.
do you know me? do you know who i am? do you know the kind of lifestyle afforded to me by this face? california beautiful is panic. STOP THE PANIC.
they'll know if they hear the crack in your voice and smell the chloroform. patsy cline screaming from a broken radio. i tried. i'm trying to be as frightening as possible. but one thing keeps leading to another. and passion is lost in the echoes of car alarms. in a town of images. 'they can't touch her', he said. i'm invisible. tonight.
searching for a ghost that walks the fine line between hollywood and black eyes. neon candlelight. this doesn't feel right. end it. with all the glamour of a death rattle. air is not safe. i'll keep you in this glass case forever. but muscles atrophy, and the mood is broken. and all this panic is a perfectly timed lie.
do you know me? do you know who i am? do you know the kind of lifestyle afforded to me by this face? california beautiful is panic. STOP THE PANIC.
they'll know if they hear the crack in your voice and smell the chloroform. patsy cline screaming from a broken radio. i tried. i'm trying to be as frightening as possible. but one thing keeps leading to another. and passion is lost in the echoes of car alarms. in a town of images. 'they can't touch her', he said. i'm invisible. tonight.