Tên đầy đủ: Cursive
Your gentleman caller, well, he's been calling on another he loves his forbidden fruit. And as it dribbles down his chin he cries, "Baby, I've......
There's a time and a place, this is neither the time nor the place. "Where do I fit in, in this jigsaw of a relationship?!?......
loose-lipped secrets i've seen those birdies chirping another promise perched on their fragile branches cradle and all we all hide a diary beneath some matress......
I'll try to make this perfectly clear I'm so transparent I disapear these words I lyrically defecate upon songs I boldly claim to create clint......
the night has fallen down the staircase and i, for one have felt its bruises equilibrium: inebriated our social graces have been displaced as we......
the furnace burns, the baby turns she cries when she's hungry the morning paper will knock the door to interrupt their slumbers are you satisfied......
So he would sulk and drink and mope and cross his arms and hope to die. ANd then a fairy came one night to bring......
your navel is yearning for an extension - a ghost limb it can’t detach from mother’s loving grasp your starving – it’s burning for the......
And now, we proudly present songs perverse and songs of lament. A couple of hymns of confession, and songs that recognize our sick obsessions. Sing......
a little bit closer, i know you're not bashful there, that's not so bad is it? so what was that secret? what did that prick......
Cut it out- your self-inflicted pain is getting too routine the crowds are catching on to the self-inflicted song Well, here we go again the......
let’s pretend were not needy let’s pretend our hearts still beat let’s pretend we fall in love tonight clumsy enough to fall for anything we’ll......
swimming at night we've dug this hole the water's fine i wonder how far down it goes down it goes the stars above have lost......
I've decided tonight I'm staying alive just kicking & screaming Blood boiling & steaming There are things far too dark to comprehend Sleep on it......
this is the bed that i have made this is the grave where i will lay these are the hands where i will bury my......
There's a ghost in my bed she cries in her sleep she says I won't let her leave I lie perfectly still as she stifles......
Harold walks down any street of this town both crier & witness the sun drops clouds shift his legs twitch the clocks chime on cafes,......
In the desert, where the cities are made of gold, there's a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails. And hermom calls out from an......
now and again you’ll remember the sound of the sails waving helpless the cables wrapping one another into knots so strong you’re lost at once......
i saw something i was not supposed to see a ghostly memory, that keeps on haunting me (the kitchen door was opened a crack. so......