Why songs lyrics

If your shower has a good amount of pressure, If you plug your ears the water hitting your head Sounds like a screaming school of fish Over a crowd...

Yeah... what... yeah... Here we go To inhaling crushed bones through a dried up white-out pen and riding the backwards racer in hot june rain and a...

If you've ever sipped guinness through a cigarette filter or unwittingly taylored your style after the war footing of your nation's leaders or wore...

There is no grace in act five Only the nerves, insect-like twitches Involuntary bowel movements, and confusion a snail in salt doesn't fall asleep...

Darla, they've brought your eggs into my kitchen i know you're wishin' your bones weren't so soft but your cage is just too small to move in, we're...

Under a weak moon, the street lights paint tree shadows on dinosaur asphault. turn on the high beams when it gets too thick, the phone lines cut...

Without street lights at night you might be walking along the sidewalk crushing a dead bird's bones with your bare feet thinking someone's spilled a...

Shirtless, sheetless and sleepless on the edge of your queen-sized bed, Last night I didn't wanna move you cause your tendons were tight, You said...

Listenning for the hoofs of the rescue party Waiting for some ghost pony To glide into Berkeley With an old fish bowl for a tear trap Strapped to its...

When you recognize the vulnerability in your handwriting visible to all on a broadway autoroll lamp post, dead drum, phone home, why, with broken...

(i always wanted to be the voice of the streets but my father was a rabbi and my mother made beats, i mean, books, and the kids on the streets always...

Am I sick to think I look best under fluorescent light? Or in the cramped-corpse light-blue of an airplane bathroom? In the window pane of a...

I'll never write a movie with a father character who speaks like an animatronic in an afterschool america. he says "we all put our pants on one leg...

Have I become bug under thumb for your scented nails to glow by? I need out of my shirts I think you'll find attractive. On your hill perched so...

Until the hankerchief of history covers us with its times new roman black and white post script, i will wear lavender shirts in yellow painted public...

Rain is millions of tiny speech bubbles unused The collected breaths of mutes And all our silent exhalations Where we should've put words Or words we...

I listened to your taped epistle to Rachel stamped and dated, Now I know you were really alive in nineteen seventy one. (fall saddles) You carried...

You're so sensitive, you can feel a single hair curl while you're sleepin', and each fraction of a millimeter fingernail's growth. you show half a...

It's okay, spread the peanut butter thick. you're back home. sleep 'til noon and listen to the shape shifters in the volvo on your way to borrow...

I want to pallet the neon sky and squeeze the pigment from the most electric autumn leaves and neighborhood, not play the fischer-price or inch-born...