Sunday's Best

Drank it up slowly As I looked at the only People in the room. "It's ok to admit that You have been laughed at,�? Said Mr. Deacon Blues. Then some broken fool laughed And hi-fived the bar back, "I'll have another round.�? Raised it up to the cei

Hey, even if your world stops now, it wouldn't mean anything. I'm sad to say, because all splashes are ripples from the distance --then rings of waves... Turn them a deaf ear. I figured it out; now I'm tired. I'm putting my arms down and turning away

With a smile, in a while you go do what you have to do. With that smile you'll be sitting fine, just a little bit out of line. Mr. Out of Line, save the platitudes. You give me attitude, I'll give you attitude. Like angels in the snow, we're always c

The girl you used to tease is rolling up her sleeves. She finds everything she needs in the pages of the books she reads. So angry all she tastes is flame. Her heart it churns in beats like trains. What you do and don't believe, doesn't mean a thing

So who is the new toast of the town? Who is new face of rage? Why do need familar sound? Why do we need another anthem for the crowd? "We want it and we want it now!" Why do I smile when I know it's sour? (I was too drunk to fight you) We "

I found the picture of us in the yard Some things are lost And some things, I guess, get found You had that shirt on - you loved The Cars You always wore it; I never got that sound You had that cat... just what was its name? I can't remember; It's no

When did this get so hard? If you think you're so smart, Then tell how can anything So good fall apart? You say it got "too dark.�? What does that mean anyway? May 1st, Griffith Park, Stayed up all night and talked And talked and talked. Locked our s

Let's make a list of our abuses, swindles and violated truces. Let's count up the scars and fading bruises; we've no shame. Let's spread this loot out on the table. You see yourself as new Abel? Think you've met some true criminals? You just wait. Yo

I can't believe he's such a sore loser, "maybe someday you'll learn that 'coffee is for closers.'" Raise up the glass and toast the motherf---er, "just move along." How did you get that brusie up on your shoulder? You are so "Sisy

Go Before we both Start to say some mean shit That we cannot let go You know it's broke And I am such a train wreck Getting attention but forgetting lessons I know Remembering presents and cleaning up messes I don't These are the things that separate