#things jo likes

[miss-jo-moriarty]

" Your teeth are black with wine As you place those lips on mine The moon hangs heavy and forbidden high On the night of our lives. "

-Evil And A Heathen, by Franz Ferdinand

[joannabeth-h]

[joannabeth-h]

[joannabeth-h]

In the valley of the dolls, we sleep Got a hole inside of me Living with identities That do not belong to me

[joannabeth-h]

[joannabeth-h]

It's so easy from above You can really see it all People who belong together Lost and sad and small But there's nothing to be done for them It doesn't work that way Sure we all have soulmates But we walk past them every day Oh no

Maybe that's how books get written Maybe that's why songs get sung Maybe we owe the unlucky ones Maybe that's how books get written Maybe that's why songs get sung Maybe we owe the unlucky ones

[joannabeth-h]

On cold days cold plays out like the band's name I know I can't heal things with a hand shake You know I can't change as I began saying You cut me wide open like landscape Open bottles of beer but never champagne To applaud you with the sound that my hands make.

[joannabeth-h]

Alabama Arkansas I do love my Ma and Pa Moats and boats and waterfalls, Alleyways and payphone calls