Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in

6/1/2008 6:33:31 PM

Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

6/1/2008 6:37:08 PM

i think kris kristofferson may be the only songwriter to ever intentionally and successfully write a verse ending with the word 'chicken'

6/1/2008 6:44:23 PM

you came in with the breeze?

6/1/2008 6:52:21 PM