Amy’s got the letters I wrote
My picture in a frame
She’s had a year to let go
She still wears my ring
It hasn’t left her finger since the night that I proposed
When I promised her forever before i took her home
But I never made it home that night
A part of her died too
I watched her losing her mind
And there’s nothing I can do
Yea sometimes she goes crazy screaming out my name
Saying baby please come and save me
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She says
“Look baby I’m a rock star”
Grabs my old guitar
Playin’ it upside down
Dancin’ around
In front of our tv
I can’t see the ballgame
So I just wave my lighter and say
Yeah, rock on baby
I’d rather watch you anyway
But when you’re done
Can I come backstage
And get you to sign your name
On that zeppelin shirt of mine you’re wearin’
I’ll never wash that thing again
Yeah and she’s my kinda crazy
The little games she plays
Lord they’ll never get old
She’s too cute to Read more…
Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to form
Crop circles in the carpet
Sinking, feeling
Spin me around again
And rub my eyes
This can’t be happening
When busy streets
A mess with people
Would stop to hold
Their heads heavy
Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines
All those years
They were here first
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung
Before the takeover
The sweeping insensitivity
Of this still life
Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines
(You won’t catch me around here)
Blood and tears
They were Read more…
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