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.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
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.
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.
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.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
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 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.
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.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
she wears sneakers in the snow
and doesn't get why her feet get cold
she wears trucker caps and doesn't care
that that trend is so oooold.
And I can't help loving her
And I can't help loving her.
when she tells me stories
they always involve a giant squid
she always dreamt of moving
where the loch ness monster lives.
And I can't help loving her
And I can't help loving her.
And maybe someday my girl will see.
And then her and I can swim across the sea.
Because I can't help loving her.
Oh, I can't help loving her.
And I can't help loving her
And I can't help loving her.
and doesn't get why her feet get cold
she wears trucker caps and doesn't care
that that trend is so oooold.
And I can't help loving her
And I can't help loving her.
when she tells me stories
they always involve a giant squid
she always dreamt of moving
where the loch ness monster lives.
And I can't help loving her
And I can't help loving her.
And maybe someday my girl will see.
And then her and I can swim across the sea.
Because I can't help loving her.
Oh, I can't help loving her.
And I can't help loving her
And I can't help loving her.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Sunday, August 31, 2008
i feel like this isn't me.
it's hard to say,
like there's something
crawling around
something that's bigger.
it's fall
time to put on the mask
time to pretend i have some sort
of talent that if i had i wouldn't be here.
sometimes i'm weak.
sometimes i break.
sometimes i get sick of smiling.
sometimes
sometimes.
tell me when to stop. x3.
i did something that i am not ashamed of.
even though you'd like me to be.
but tonight isn't about that.
i'll emulate and imitate
and never originate.
and you can fuck off, because i'm happier that way.
these are never songs, just fragments of poetry
i apparently missed writing when i was fifteen.
like everyone else with the internet or a spiral notebook
i'm aware that i'm just another cliche (and no, i don't do it best.)
sometimes all it takes is one thing to make you smile.
at least i don't have that hair.
it's hard to say,
like there's something
crawling around
something that's bigger.
it's fall
time to put on the mask
time to pretend i have some sort
of talent that if i had i wouldn't be here.
sometimes i'm weak.
sometimes i break.
sometimes i get sick of smiling.
sometimes
sometimes.
tell me when to stop. x3.
i did something that i am not ashamed of.
even though you'd like me to be.
but tonight isn't about that.
i'll emulate and imitate
and never originate.
and you can fuck off, because i'm happier that way.
these are never songs, just fragments of poetry
i apparently missed writing when i was fifteen.
like everyone else with the internet or a spiral notebook
i'm aware that i'm just another cliche (and no, i don't do it best.)
sometimes all it takes is one thing to make you smile.
at least i don't have that hair.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
wish I could take the puzzle pieces
pile themback intoplace
pick up each worried life
And make it a perfect picture
Snapped into spaces
Instead of broken into bits.
Friends close and far
Keep me going to the end
For you if your head is as mixed up
As mine gets sometimes (may contain nuts)
I love you, i'd do anything to make you Guys smile (I'd swim the ocean for you)
Say the word
And I'll give you back more than you need
pile themback intoplace
pick up each worried life
And make it a perfect picture
Snapped into spaces
Instead of broken into bits.
Friends close and far
Keep me going to the end
For you if your head is as mixed up
As mine gets sometimes (may contain nuts)
I love you, i'd do anything to make you Guys smile (I'd swim the ocean for you)
Say the word
And I'll give you back more than you need
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
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