always the darkest before dawn and I was at my darkest for dawn. But now it's me and luck, best friends and dunk again and we're all going to hell. And
from some crimes and use it all to tattoo the scars. Let the story dilate Mike stayed forty miles away, things weren?t getting any better at his place. Over bail bonds and
s house but mine. So far confined into dead ends with greater love of consequence and a quiver filled with bad intentions to let them fall where they may. So tell them
and borrowed time. We don?t live that way done here, those bonds have formed throughout the years of the worst times, never the best. Your superficial smile and
With nitroglycerine dripping off our chins and elbows sliding off the bar, we speak and breathe and charm our way under trains and between cars.
everyone want to be as beautiful as you? And once our voices were equipped with fast songs and ideas we now come armed to the teeth with hair gel and
seem like Fridays pay will make everything OK, it?s just like me to plan an escape. Dead broke and happy and sitting in traffic again, we?re down
me. It?s so obscene. With guns, germs, and steel we march faithfully into war until this one becomes abandoned like those on drugs and poverty before
way to the door. I hope your pride capsizes from the tears in your eyes and drown in them like so many before. I hope you change yourself for the better and
got a million ways to make sure we?re strangers again. The perfect end to a train wreck of a weekend. We?ve bandaged scars with stolen cars and bottled pride. And
up the one thing that I love and I won?t sit back and watch with idle hands and bitten tongue. I understand the need for magazines and prime-time ads and
and doing it all over again, you were getting high and breaking out and living it up with your new friends. Look, I said it was cool. And I said what