Misery's best friend can't be a dead-end A bag full of regrets, and I'm coming clean Some feel it, especially the rejects A bad habit; don't forget it: you better Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon Chases its feet And now I'm running out of

Here's to the closing door Here's to just one more Here's to all the damned Here's to the bloodshed Can't leave it alone, won't let me forget Rip off the bandage, and tear out the stitch Fed like a pig, off the shit in the dish Shrouded in burlap left

Born from silence, silence full of it A perfect concert, my best friend So much to live for, so much to die for If only my heart had a home Sing what you can't say Forget what you can't play Hasten to drown into beautiful eyes Walk within my poetry, this

Miss you, sex on the couch, it was cool, it was basic Miss you, flyin' you out on an every week basis What's changin'? Maybe I'm fucked up, maybe it's love I wanna regret you, I can't give you up Baby, I'm fucked up, maybe it's love I wanna forget you,

My English love affair The picture burning in my brain, kissing in the rain I can't forget, my English love affair Today, I'm seven thousand miles away The movie playing in my head of a king size bed means I can't forget Before I knew it, it was serious

Yeah, I live for little moments like that Well, I'll never forget the first time that I heard That pretty mouth say that dirty word And I can't even remember now what she backed my truck into But she covered her mouth and her face got red And she just

I cast doubt (No longer) I am able, I am strong And now it dwells in me I cast doubt aside Now hold this tight Don't let go I can't forget the past is real No longer fight this feeling

Leave out all the rest When my time comes Forget the wrong that I've done Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed And don't resent me And when you're feeling empty Keep me in your memory I can't be who you are So, if you're asking me, I want you

Sweet Indian maiden, since first I met you, I can't forget you, Cherokee sweetheart. Child of the prairie, your love keeps calling, My heart enthralling, Cherokee. Dreams of summertime, of lover time gone by, Throng my memory so tenderly, and sigh. My

Yeah, I live for little moments like that Well, I'll never forget the first time that I heard That pretty mouth say that dirty word And I can't even remember now what she backed my truck into But she covered her mouth and her face got red And she just