songpoetry

on the other side of a street I knew

stood a girl that looked like you

hey there Delilah

what's it like in New York City?

I'm not surprised

not everything lasts

this is gospel for the fallen ones locked away in a permanent slumber

I've had a little bit too much

face down on a broken street

it's Courtney, b*tch

blackbird singing in the dead of night

take these broken wings and learn to fly

can't count the years on one hand that we've been together

mr. know it all