festive hearts waneand sink like tides of joy.

I played until my lipsgave out on cigarettesand thoughts of you.

I wasted time and memories on waves.

Think positive. Think green.

Perhaps your desire will help her see what you see, but if she cheats on him with you, there’s a good chance she won’t leave him. And you’re left where she is with a jerk. Take it from a nice guy and a wallflower.

He lost hair and yelled, but never hit Leanne. She was still his little girl. Memories of war could never change that.

life is eithera daring adventureor quiet moments spent with chocolateand your tortured sanity.

It’s all accumulation and the aftermath,' she says as I would question her about the failing earth and giants unaware that they are sinking everyday

there are songs about life, but fewer about death and that is some small consolation as there are many more on love than there are hate.