All songs written and copyrighted by Don Fornis
MILK AND COOKIES
Hey Mikey, I don't want your milk and cookies
I traveled around this dirty old town with a watering mouth, baby makes me drool
I'll do what I can to get a hold of that ham, season up the clam so good
Won't you say you'll promise, although you know how wrong it is, that you'll join me too
Because there's nothing as sad as sitting home all alone with propanol at a table for two
BOBBY POPADOPOLOUS
It's hard on you and it's hard on me too
Half the time I don't believe you
But Bobby's little baby she needs you
But Bobby Popadopolous don't
It's hard on you and it's hard on me
half the time I don't beleve
what Bobby's little baby she see's in
Bobby Popadopolous though
ENDLESS NIGHT
You better count each shiver before they're all used up. Every readied whisper, every simple one
Can we prolong the past? Or is it now
Tried to decipher the code, but it was too loud
If you've knowledge of this, won't you please show me how
So it's come down to this, which way to fall
It can be hard to resist nothing at all
Compelled to run so soon, but you never learned how to crawl
As we try and we try for one more sigh
The breath that you siphon today should always suffice
Draw it out as we try for an endless night
AVERAGE MAN
The fat hog man wants to take me to jail
My momma says I'm goin straight to hell
I'm just an average, everyday man
5 good years each one of them fine
I don't know why it's wasted time but,
I'm just an average everyday man
Let me tell you she forced me out of my home
All the while there's nothing wrong
Oh God, oh God it's so hard to tell
DRIVE YOU HOME
With a hint of hesitation I'll say, but only say what I mean when curiosity comes my way, I don't pay for the treatment. I just followed my heart through the day, as the days kept repeating, as my reasons for being alive, became reasons for bleeding
Awaiting one, and I'll wait so long, interpret the meaning of loss, and I'm left with none
Awaiting one, and I wait so long, interpret the meaning of love and I'm left with some
And your left with something near your ear, by the back of your head, makes you realize all the things you said could be wrong. A different perspective I've learned to acquire, separates the means and the truth from a liar and it's wrong, in a song