tall ships
such a brat
i knew i was wrong
couldn't settle down
maybe i'll just take a walk
why don't you just shut the fuck up
your mouth is closed
your mind's made up
i slipped out
i went to your door
the light was out
you wouldn't talk to me no more
but when she comes
it's like a big brass lantern
blowing her out
but like a light
she likes to burn
sarah sitting
sarah sitting in her house
painting each nail like it's a watercolor
all day i sit here waiting
for my fastidious flower
look here at her table
her life is filled with perfect pictures
reds and blues
in the upstairs room
but i'm far too shy to try them too
tossed and turned all night long
and in the morning my mind's as good as gone
she is filling up my head with song
but she won't tell the words
so i can't sing along
her life of artistic freedom
what if i had it wrong
and she knew that but she felt that i could
and she said that i had it wrong
what if she don't come back
and goes away to a place
and finds it's better/badder
i might just crawl away
never go home again
home again
didn't understand
crushed up in her hand
and we slid down on the beach and sand
and i could not let go
rearrange in your head to see her hair here on your bed
outside it's so cold and i don't want to let it go
soft and sweet her cheeks turn red in a blush from your smile
it warms up your heart and runs your head another mile
it's the last breath for you're in the cold cold car
tangled hair in my arms
rearrange in your head to see her hair here on your bed
outside it's so cold and i don't want to let it go
upstairs
dread coming home and sitting here all alone
phone's in my hand
underneath it's itching mad
lying all alone
electricity makes me feel so strong
i tried to sit i couldn't stand it
i covered my face up real slow
like running upstairs
dread coming home sitting upstairs alone
hold her in your hands
it's good to wish you could
you can
my face is in my palms
electricity makes her seem so strong
i tried to sit i couldn't stand it
i covered my face up real slow
like running upstairs
running straight home
there is no one there
you can hide running upstairs
chris r
in her desk
beneath her chair
we found clumps of hair
here and there
out in the hall chris stumbled and fell
i slipped back inside my wall
to hide behind the walls
it goes on for miles through empty rooms
he slowly smiles
but late at night when you're alone
hands first through the cracks
then come the feet to your bed
to lick where you bled
on your scraped knee scraped just for me
behind the walls it goes on for miles
through empty rooms he slowly smiles
cousteau
all i'm sayin
it's in your mind dear
it's there to find
and you can't find down from just watching you
you can run dear but it's not the same to me
hang around me
won't you hang around me