Lawrence Arms

What did you scream into your telephone? I'm a shit stain slave with a grind of my own. I work day

i never want to see you in the raw and searing flesh i don't ever want to hear you singing softly

There's a letter at my mother's house, came with a floded flag. It said Right now, I'm coming

no more smile and no more outrage apathy pervasive emotions narcoleptic no more smiles since fucking

"Are You There, Margaret? It's Me, God" They told me where to go (And I always follow)

Losing sight of a past time The years fly right by with the drinks It's morning in this small

Day One has just begun, I'm burnt, broken, dazed and numb. Beginnings feel more like ends. Friends

Passive, Aggressive, Confessing, Repressive Structurally uncertain, transparent, transgressive i've

hey brother can you spare the time? skin and bones that's melting in a backwards way to grow. out of heart and out

you tell me that ya wanna go to heaven but you run around acting like you're gonna live forever. you

I haven't seen you since that brooklyn night i guess it's been about a year by now cold and rainy,

Teeth ripped out of gums hit sparkling gray squares of concrete. Screams in technicolor pain. Doubled over spitting

bright and burning blue, stretch your arms out above me. i know that you still love me like you did. copper brown and

Shall we dance? Or maybe just limp around? These feet are cold and beat, and strangers to the

I'm wasted as my time Spent sitting idly by Drinking in this shithole While you all went out