Red House Painters [I]

Katy song Some escape some door to open This path seems the blackest but I Guess it's the soonest But there in the clearing I Know you'll be wearing Your young aching smile and Waving your hand Can't go with my heart when I Can't feel what's in it I

Grace Cathedral Park a rare and blistering sun shines down on grace cathedral park there with you i fear the time when air gets dark you know i don't spend days like this caught up in lost times of youth that i miss can almost hear rollercoasters see

New Jersey you're and american girl red headed eyes blank living in a freckle on the face of the world another dying kid that learned too much too soon you're not as good as your mom but you're as good as dead you're as good as dead new jersey ain't

the light color in the room the sunshine seeping in doesn't mix with the black of death's angel looming in i've had enough of the brutal beatings and name callings to lose me to this bed bruised internally eternally your praise little gifts you spent

the light color in the room the sunshine seeping in doesn't mix with the black of death's angel looming in i've had enough of the brutal beatings and name callings to lose me to this bed bruised internally eternally your praise little gifts you spent

i walked down the hill sluggishly and frail the wind blew hard hard on me i imagined it your ghost white body making love with me i walked down the hill found you crying at the window sill there lies the bridge of our lost dreams i want to see it onc