I open my mouth and out pops something spiteful
Words are so cheap
But they can turn out expensive
Words like conviction can turn into a sentence
If it helps you see
If it clears your eyes
Obviously, we’ll survive if they never see the light of day, but then the question must be asked – do you really want to live in a world without Wrigley boots?
No, no we don’t.
Where can I go for a little bit of peace
Too much racket up in D.C.
Whole lot of talking, money changing hands
Little bitty men with big plans
One day, some day
My prince may come
But I won’t hold my breath
There’s only divorcées and weirdos left
And weird is fine
But not all the time
my love you should know / the best of me left hours ago so / shove a rag into my mouth and let me smolder / fallout and the damage done / i can’t unsing the things i’ve sung / still not giving up though / i wish that i was sober