Yo x3. I can spend a lifetime watching lifetime wit ya, bless your finer ass so take your lifeline wit ya. I wanna take it back old school wit ya, match
I dont know if all of em are right, lemme know if you spot somethin wrong... Avery Storm - Things gotta change Look You keep talking that shit I promise
Lady listen cause I got a couple things to say. And I hope that these here words wont get all in my way. Ia??m tired of the talking but you see that
Blistering Pree, all smiling and swollen makes babies to breathe With their hearts hanging open all over the sheets As soft as beets in some brown dresser
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There are beads that wrap Around your knees that crackle into the dark Like a walk in the park like a hole in your head Like the feeling you get when
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Your prettiness is seeping through Out from the dress I took from you, so pretty And my emptiness is swollen shut Always a wretch, I have become so empty
So wake up, run your lips across your fingers till you find Some scent of yourself that you can hold up high To remind yourself that you didn't die On
All I perceive is wasted and broken Silvery streams, sacred when spoken Slam into me and into the ditch of debris And you smoke in the park, you sleep
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Someone is waiting To swallow all the halos out of you As your face blows Through my windows Sending pieces flying all around the room And I love you
And the first one tore a picture Of a dead and hanging man Who was kissing foreign fishes That flew right out from this hands And when I put my arms around
The lady is dying She bends back like a wave As her spirit is climbing Through the hospital wall and away And I wanted to hold you As you made your
I Don't Know What To Do, There Is Something Wrong In Heaven. There Must Be A Job For You, To Upset Me, Well Forget It. It Won't Do, Let's Not Pretend
Dear Avery, I think of you only Were you waving, were you dead on the vine? Oh Avery, to think of you lonely I could just grab you by the nape of your
calling her, hey Avery there between her craving and imagination it falls into the night the air is still and he's still calling her, hey Avery Is there
YOU FUSSIN' FOR, MISTER? WHAT YOU CARE ABOUT 'SIDES YOURSELF? MISTER CELIE HEAD FULL O' ROCKS THERE'S HOLES IN MY SUNDAY SOCKS. MISTER JARENE SHUG AVERY COMIN' TO TOWN! SHUG AVERY
