I'd pay any price just to win you
Surrender my good life for bad
To find you, I'm gonna drown an unsung man
I'd call that a bargain
The best I ever had
"I was having lunch with my friend. I said, 'Hey, what's your middle name?' He said, 'I have two middle names.' I said, 'Then you have no middle names. You have a space.'" - Demetri Martin
It's the same story the crow told me; it's the only one he knows
Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go
Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait
Woah-ho, what I want to know, where does the time go?
This indecision's bugging me
If you don't want me, set me free
Exactly whom I'm supposed to be
Don't you know which clothes even fit me?
Come on and let me know
Should I cool it or should I blow?
What crazy stuff
she looked so tough
I had to follow her all the way home
Then things went bad
I met her dad, he said
"You better leave my daughter alone!"
Lately, whenever I see a headline on FB, I always check to see if it's from "The Onion." The above paragraph explains why.
People say, "You can't make this $#!+ up." Well, we can, but we don't really need to.
If you could read my mind, love
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old time movie
About a ghost from a wishing well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
You know that ghost is me
And I will never be set free
As long as I'm a ghost you can see
This here's a story about Billy Joe and Bobbie Sue
Two young lovers with nothin' better to do
Than sit around the house, get high, and watch the tube
Here's what happened when they decided to cut loose
I've been working from seven, seven, seven to eleven every night
It kinda makes my life a drag, a drag, drag
Ah, yeah, it makes a drag
Baby, since I've been loving you
I'm about to lose
I'm about to lose, my worried mind
Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright!
Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Perch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', "This is my message to you."
I feed from the bottom, you feed from the top
I live upon morsels you happen to drop
And coffee that somehow leaks out of your cup
If nothing comes down then I'm forced to swim up
On the way upwards, the colors come back
But all along the bottom is blue, grey, and black
The darkness is cold and perception goes wrong
And the night seems to go on incredibly long