Lyrics:
with baskets of flowers
Use them as markers
The place where your bed once stood
A time when it still felt good
But you'll get that feeling back
You just
nothing to think about
But you want to sob and shout drawing attention with those markers out
When this bed frame is just perfect for your momma's house
I
forwards
Unhappy lovers with baskets of flowers
Use them as markers
The place where your bed once stood
A time when it still felt good
But you'll get
Fall short of a mark
You used to draw with scented markers
You used to share a bed with your little brothers
Work hard just to get ripped off
It's
gyal
Your wife a my gyal
The gyal seh you cyaa jerk her
Suh a mi a work her
Run in a yo bed room in a world war
When you reach home
She seh her head
to overstay my welcome
And I want to sleep
In the bed that I made
When they lay me down
And put a marker on that ground
Let some good things grow around
Play me back, backyard
Swoon my name, peered into people
Play that, that me, rain on me swept on me
No one, singing on me
Ink on me, ink marker not none
gyal
Your wife a my gyal
The gyal seh you cyaa jerk her
Suh a mi a work her
Run in a yo bed room in a world war
When you reach home
She seh her head
underneath my bed
I got a paper centipede eating up my head
All the girls at my school are ventriloquists, tricky dicky hippopotamus
Monkey vampires, mini
In North Carolina's where I'll dig my grave,
Next to the tree at highway marker 61.
A gun to my head, a lady in bed;
I'm two provisions from a fall.
I've got a pillow in this bed and a hole in my head
And a sweetheart who didn't make the day
Now I'm stuck six feet under while she sits home
Relive every day for sure
I know that it wasn't in my head
But I imagine you're in my bed
Fantasizing of when you kissed me
So, baby, you can
Buzz me like
Cantaloupe thumps like it's finally ripe
Box fan on a lawn chair suckin' in swamp air
Two hundred mile marker signs from nowhere
That's what country is
things
Whiteboards, pencils, crayons, tables
Markers, paper, some chairs too
Scissors, posters, colorful paint
I like to play with my friends
In my
There is an exit
Without a marker
And when you take it
The world gets darker
Around an angel
Looking disgusted
Your breath so rancid
Your face so busted
The bonsai tree is dying
Actually it's dead
Gone like the girl that we'd recognize
The one that shared my unmade bed
You'd think you're shilling
seafoam eyes
Callous hands on shovel, soil turned, stone marker
Teary haunted memorize
Cradled warming hearth hands, front porch wine confession
Sunset
and then pull me in
Vessels bursting under my skin
God it hurts, and I'm here for it
I can't resist
I'm in bed and lying awake
Scratching all my skin cells
clothes
Smilin' like a Cheshire Cat
Give a good one, I want to be or not to be tonight
Why should I hold her down in bed when you should ride me right?
layman's
I moved back into new canaan
Babysit my sister's kids; its rainin'
They fuss a bit while I put them to bed
And grumpy, sitting on the couch, I get
Yo, I’m having fun jumping on a bunk bed
I got crayons green, blue, yellow, and red
In the three-legged race I always stay ahead
I could do this shit
Damn, I'd like to have some
Layin' on the patio, man, rollin' a fat one
Shady, drop the magic marker, put the cap on
Goddamn, man, are you that much
dad -
Was that her dad -
With the magic marker, writing little angel on her head?!
la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la
La la la
to te rhythm of a bed frame rockin'
Where's autumn? Frozen from a merciless winter
The fifth season: Regret, just ate my ego for dinner
I'm under cobweb
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