Wednesday, December 17, 2008

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.

Monday, November 17, 2008

i don't have rhythm or rhyme but i tried.