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i wanna go too far

Thursday, April 12th, 2007

Everything in moderation,
That’s the way it’s always been
Never gettin’ out of control,
Never hanging it out,
Always reelin’ it in.

I saved my money for a rainy day
But now I’ve had enough of playin’ it safe

I wanna go too far, I wanna go too fast
Somebody draw the line so I can blow right past
I wanna spend too much, I wanna stay too late
I’m gonna roar too loud, I’m gonna be that way
I wanna play too hard, I wanna go too far

I’m the one they all depend on
Sensible, predictable, and strong
But every now and then,
I feel like I’ve played that role too long

I need to rock the boat, I need to speak my mind
Just this once let it all unwind

I wanna go too far, I wanna go too fast
Somebody draw the line so I can blow right past
I wanna spend too much, I wanna stay too late
I’m gonna roar too loud, I’m gonna be that way
I wanna play too hard, I wanna go too far

I’ve gotta set this spirit free
That’s hiding here inside
I feel like a bird in a cage
Time for me to fly, yeah yeah

I wanna spend too much, I wanna stay too late
I’m gonna roar too loud, I’m gonna be that way
I wanna play too hard, I wanna go too far
I wanna go too far
Yeah, I wanna go too far

the good kind

Monday, March 12th, 2007

“Do you want to run away together?”
I would say it was your best line ever
Too bad I fell for it

And I walked alone
Waiting for you to come along
Take my tortured heart by the hand
And write me off

Do you know I cry?
Do you know I die?
Do you know I cry?
And it’s not the good kind

Oh, you forced me to become strong
When I just craved being weak

And you think you know
And I would like to think so
But do you know that when you go,
I fall apart?

Do you know I cry?
Do you know I die?
Do you know I cry?
And it’s not the good kind
No, you’re not the good kind

I’m tired of hiding
Behind these lying eyes
I’m tired of this smile
That even I don’t recognize

Do you know I cry?
Do you know I die?
Do you know I cry?
And it’s not the good kind

Do you know I cry? (do you know I cry?)
Do you know I die? (do you know I die?)
Do you know I cry? (do you know I cry?)
And it’s not the good kind

Do you know I cry? (do you know I cry?)
Do you know I die? (do you know I die?)
Do you know I cry?
And it’s not the good kind
No, you’re not the good kind

Do you know I cry?

refried dreams

Thursday, January 25th, 2007

Last Monday morning,
You left with no warning
I started going insane
Well I headed south out of Del Rio, Texas
With one hell of a load on my brain
I kept on going without even knowing
How much your love really means
Now I’m messed up in Mexico
Livin’ on refried dreams

I’m down here in Mexico, sick as a dog
My head is pounding in this border town fog
Down to my last dime
And coming apart at the seams
I’m messed up in Mexico
Livin’ on refried dreams

This picture ain’t pretty,
I’m ragged and dirty
And wonderin’ what I’m doing here.
Shooting tequila,
Wanting to kill ya,
And wishing to god you were near
So full of your memory but feelin’ so empty
I’ve run out of my self-esteem
Now I’m messed up in Mexico
Livin’ on refried dreams

I’m down here in Mexico, sick as a dog
My head is pounding in this border town fog
Down to my last dime
And coming apart at the seams
I’m messed up in Mexico
Livin’ on refried dreams

I’m down here in Mexico, sick as a dog
My head is pounding in this border town fog
Down to my last dime
And coming apart at the seams
I’m messed up in Mexico
Livin’ on refried dreams
Oh I’m messed up in mexico
Livin’ on refried dreams

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