Тексты песен «Lawrence Arms»

Three days, no happy endings Highways, I'm hallucinating I wish I wasn't so mathematic I wish I hadn't overheated Heartbeats across a crowed room April Fools give me a week or two These drinks are hitting me so hard I...

leveling, graveling, gravelly groans exude my exhaustion, canonize all my tomes. this home is afloat on a yellow black moat of bile, hate and quile and vile pains in my throat. let's drown in the basement, it's filled...

Day One has just begun, I'm burnt, broken, dazed and numb. Beginnings feel more like ends. Friends feel less and less like friends. Shake, shake, shake, shake off another dumb mistake. I'm stupider than you, you can see...

There's a letter at my mother's house, came with a floded flag. It said Right now, I'm coming home in a body bag. It's a pride and a pain that are one and the same. It's a burning cigarette, it's a horrible dream...

Is there any hope for us, or are the rumors true? Are we just the mulch and kindling that accrues? Can we recover from this? I've seen expressions in department stores. I've smelled regression wafting up from these...

[Whispers] His dreams gone, and all the smiles have faded they call him mask to kill the child who came in (oh) These hands beat red with those mercy killings good eye, dead man you hit your mark again These hands...

i'm mortified. i'm morally antagonized. my door is locked. the shades are down. the lights are off. my movements are minimal. my sounds are inaudible. i'm dull and void. these razor thoughts are paranoid. i'm a footnote...

so, i think i know what I'll be doing today. passing thoughts of exercise while i laugh in the face of good health. stakes get raised, harder to wake every day. embarrassment fuels redemption, the solution is the same...

i listened to the megaphone man. he said we were facing the end. that's so much better than my mom and dad who said this is just the beginning ..... 'cause they're in love with their shiny new world. they're in love...

one hundred bottles of beer on the floor. one hundred bottles of beer. less than twenty days from drowning in the last five years. a ring sucked from a finger. a desert that sucks dreams. sand under grass, under...

catching up in the basement that i call home. dismantling discussions on a piss soaked telephone. i'm all grown up. i've thrown up these feelings lots before. you're sitting in the park while i'm staring at the door...

Shall we dance? Or maybe just limp around? These feet are cold and beat, and strangers to the ground. the sound of the kick is arousing. the couples are sweet in their love. Tonight, we'll stagger up from the basement...

There was a time and a place that was all full of mistakes. And a face that was all full of shit. I was frustrated and angry. I was more than alive. A catcher in the rye. I was a jet plane, a thin membrane. Washing and...

a temple corroded, eviction pending. embrace me, cold nights, gray sky, streetlight, lyrical descension, attention fading, breathless i'm a mess, kissless i'm in distress, i'm barely breathing, this crowning anguish,...

tired of these drunken evenings listening to my staggered breathing nowhere to fall back in but to sleep you're beautiful in dreams where words pour from my mouth in streams rivers i could never recreate i dreamed you...

The cistern burns with the sisters who learn that certainty burns with a fist the cyst of this growth is a hope (against hope) that I loathe, and steel my self to resist. I am an animal, unprepared. A club in a drawer...

walking dead on two burned feet do you have anything left to say to me? from barber chairs and baseball gloves to calling names and slaps and drugs from son, you could have been someone to hey there, meet my only son...

Over stars and gutters What a great time we all had Drinking all our futures down the drain There's no sense in regret The times we'll never see again Every memory will slip and fade. Today is our day. It's bad enough,...

a million times a day i try to fail or fail to try it's an easy way to live it's a lifeless way to die i used to hear "son, you've got a lot to learn" i used to hear a lot like the slow dull burn of paper and...

i never want to see you in the raw and searing flesh i don't ever want to hear you singing softly to the dead i never want to feel your skin running warm along my side i don't ever want to sink that way again it would...