Текст (слова) песни: jawbreaker - Condition Oakland
I rode down to the tracks. Thinking they might sing to me. But they just stared back. Broken, trainless, and black as night. Climbed out on to my roof. So I`d be a poet in the night. Beat the walls off my room. I saw the big room that is this life. This is my condition: Naked and hysterical, reaching to grab a hand that I just slapped back at. This is my condition: Desparate, alone, without an excuse. I try to explain. Christ, what`s the use? Read and I left so small. Some words keep speaking when you close the book. Drank and just about smiled. Then I remembered us in that bed. Put my ear to the door. I just heard hot rods and gunshots and sirens. People kill me these days. There`s keys in their eyes but they lock from the inside.
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