These every night
broken lullabies...

The rain pitter patters
on my not-tin roof...

Mondays smell like burning
saturdays taste sweet, like honey...

Shoot the breeze
with me...

Scream your lungs bloody,
Fall prey to normalacy...

These speakers are blown, so everything sounds off
kinda like these hot summer days...

I don't know when
these words...

Saturday nights
wide awake...

I stand here,
my heart in my hands...

Oh, sweet rose, don't you know
that someday you are destined to die...

When you're crying
and you can't help but frown...

Everyone wants to know how to bottle the sunrise
but i have her sitting on a page...