Sunday, December 28, 2008

i'm starting off my morning by waking up in the afternoon.

it'd take me twenty eight days to walk to you.

you and me, we're gonna be heartbreakers.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

it's not that I mean to fuck up
but sometimes the world fucks up anyway
and it ends up being my fault.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

suicides an escape for the young and hopeless.
the older you get the harder it is to let go
a death wish is built on the ideal
that someone wants to see you live.

i trust you when you're not trying to help me kill myself
i trust you when you're not trying to help.

i'm not good, but i'm feeling higher
drunk in the dark it looks the same
so close your eyes and breathe a little faster
because it's gonna get better before it gets worse.

i trust you when you're not trying to help me kill myself
i trust you when you're not trying to help.

"The only reason for time
is so that everything doesn't happen
at once"

and i trust you
and i trust you when you're not trying to help me kill myself
i trust you when you're not trying to help.
second guesses' currency
doubts make the world go around
betrayal is what makes you feel alive.
can't get out of my head
because i'm out of my mind

and it's easy to believe
you're worthless when you're tired
but there's nothing nothing nothing nothing left but
press the pound key, if you love me.

you keep thinking i care
i do but it's never been about you
i wasn't expecting all these
near misses and almost catastrophes

and it's easy to believe
you're worthless when you're tired
but there's nothing nothing nothing nothing left but
press the pound key, if you love me.

just say the word i'll give you
back everything you need
and nothing you could ever want
i'd bet anything that's all you'd take.


and it's easy to believe
you're worthless when you're tired
but there's nothing nothing nothing nothing left but
press the pound key, if you love me.
"what a match.

i'm half doomed and you're semi-sweet."

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

i wasn't expecting all this.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

second guesses' currency
doubts make the world go around
and betrayal is what makes you feel alive.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

don't take your shit out on me


i can care about anything i want to, it's not up to you to decide what's important to me. if this is, it is.

it's not up to you to ignore my friendship and do that to me. that fucking hurts.

it's not up to you to call me on something that i'm not doing, to doubt me in what i'm doing, or to claim that's not what i'm doing.

that fucking hurts more, that you couldn't believe me when i asked you.

thanks.
i don't have rhythm or rhyme but i tried
too many near misses and almost catastrophes
secrets this good aren't meant
for someone like me

it's easy to believe
you're worthless when you're tired
there's nothing left but
press the pound key if you love me.

take all my sorries and shove them back in my mouth
choke on them because i can't take anything back
regrets are for the lost,
bad memories for the wicked

it's easy to believe
you're worthless when you're tired
there's nothing left but
press the pound key if you love me.

so kiss this whole thing farewell and good bye
so kiss this whole thing farewell and good bye

it's easy to believe
you're worthless when you're tired
there's nothing left but
press the pound key if you love me.