I've decided this world is so fucked up it's better to broaden my imaginary world.

They made a statue of us
And it put it on a mountain top
Now tourists come and stare at us
Blow bubbles with their gum
Take photographs for fun, for fun

They'll name a city after us
And later say it's all our fault
Then they'll give us a talking to
Then they'll give us a talking to
Because they've got years of experience

We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We're living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious
And it's contagious

We wear our scarves just like a noose
But not 'cause we want eternal sleep
And though our parts are slightly used
New ones are slave labor you can keep~

I just want to crawl into a corner and disappear
if I haven't already

you have.

better now c:
but I still don't know what to do

I guess the most that I can do
is make a call and tell you the truth.
Sing the words, a melody
and hope that you'll believe me.
Here's another song for you
so this one this one makes two.
I still don't know where to begin.
I'll just leave it at this.

I'm sure you always feel my eyes on you.
But I hope that you will never feel unwanted.

Wait for me to move out west.
Its okay if you don't
I hope you know you're my favorite thing about the west coast.
I wish I stayed, I hope you wait.
So I here I am counting down the days till califonia comes.

this is the least that I can do
you know I'm bad at calling you
the best way I can extend
the lonely words i miss you
I'll say it but I'm sure you knew
you're what I look most forward to
coming back to where i've been
I'll just leave it at this

“ Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and he would say, “You’re crooked. You’ve always been crooked and you’ll continue to be crooked. But look at me! Look at me!” said the straight tree. He said, “I’m tall and I’m straight.” And then one day the lumberjacks came into the forest and looked around, and the manager in charge said, “Cut all the straight trees.” And that crooked tree is still there to this day, growing strong and growing strange. ”

I woke up with this song in my head this morning.

I woke up and put your record on this morning.

I woke up with this song in my head this morning.

There is no singing. There is no swinging too.
There is no dancing. There is no missing you.
There is no screaming. There is no listening too.
There is no scheming. There is no missing you.

~

I like it when someone holds their cold hands against my flushed cheeks or to start a new book when it's raining outside
I like the taste of bananas with vanilla ice cream and wrapping presents for people's birthday
I like the smell of caramel and pancakes and discovering a new favourite song
I like talking about a load of crap with a friend among a lot of people who don't get what the hell you're talking about





I would like it if someone would come and watch an old Disney classic with me

this revolution baby
proves who you work for lately
who do you work for baby
[ and does it work for you lately? ]

but when the night is over and the walls keep linking
when fire starts to matter and the clock keeps sinking
cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from
thinking
our minds keep thinking

it's alright,,

that's when it turned on me
a motorcade of 'meant to be's’
parades of beauty queens
where soft entwines make kindling
these many detailed things
like broken nails and plastic rings
will win by keeping me
from speaking to my new darling
and there's no way to know
our future foe scenarios
that's when it turned on me
[ where bobby pins hold angel wings ]

just feeling a little useless right now.

How I wish you could see the potential,
the potential of you and me.
It's like a book elegantly bound but,
in a language that you can't read.
Just yet.

Yesterday I arrived in Spain!
after a 2 hour flight delay
the weather is wonderful
and so is the pool
I hope to stumble across some good paella
and want to shut up the roaches

about everything

Mate! I'm zonked absolutely spent
I think I'm gonna give up my eyes for lent
I'll use my sockets to stock stones instead
And with an icy cold stare I'll hide bones in your bed

Mate! Please accept this invitation
So I can take you away

Cos there's a one in 40 thousand chance
Asteroid Apophis
Will collide with the earth in less that 20 years

Roll up for the knees up business
Yes yes yes ok i think we've heard quite enough from you

Instead of staring at your Stella desperately for inspiration
Belt up and quiver at your indignation
I ain't saying anything that could be construed as an apology
There's another case study of anthropology
Lets announce embargos and denounce our far foes
Ingrowing egos a syntax he knows
It's just a distance that separates us
Or are we really all ethno-centric-ally inclined?

Mate! What the fuck are you going on about?

This is a draconian law I protest
I protest
The herd is rowdy
The squad is vexed

:: And please don't tell me that I'm dreaming
When all I ever wanted was to dream another sunset with you
If I roll over when it's over
I'll take this Cali sunrise with me
And wake up with the fondest memories ::

"Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us."

I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health.
I said "there is nothing I can do for you that you can't do for yourself."
He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would help."
So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt.
He said, "I think I'm cured. No, in fact, I'm sure.
Thank you Stranger, for your therapeutic smile."

So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone.
And your eyes must do some raining
if you are ever going to grow.
But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself.
It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope.
That is why I'm singing...
Baby don't worry cause now I got your back.
And every time you feel like crying,
I'm gonna try and make you laugh.
And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad,
then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company
through those days so long and black.
And we'll keep working on the problem
we know we'll never solve
Of Love's uneven remainders,
our lives are fractions of a whole.

But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall.
Then I think we would see the beauty.
Then we would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges,
like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.

Oh why can't I be what you need?
A new improved version of me
But I'm nothing so good
No, I'm nothing
Just bones, a lonely ghost burning down songs
Of violence of love and of sorrow
I beg for just one more tomorrow
Where you hold me down, fold me in
Deep, deep, deep in the heart of your sins

I break in two over you
I break in two
And each piece of me dies
And only you can give the breath of life
But you don't see me, you don't

Here I'm pinned between darkness and light
Bleached and blinded by these nights
Where I'm tossing and tortured 'til dawn
By you, visions of you then you're gone.
The shock bleeds the red from my face
When I hear someone's taken my place.
How could love be so thoughtless, so cruel?
When all, all that I did was for you

"There's a war inside of me
Do I cause new heartbreak to write
A new broken song?
Do I push it down?
Or let it run me right into the ground?

There’s nothing to live for
When I'm sleeping alone
And I wash the windows outside in
Hopes that the glare will bring you around

I feel like I wouldn't like me if I met me
I feel like you wouldn't like me if you met me

So you, don’t you worry there’s still time

Sunshine is days away
I won't be saved, I know all the words
I won't say that I'll love you forever"

Drink up baby, stay up all night
With the things you could do
You won't but you might
The potential you'll be that you'll never see
The promises you'll only make
Drink up with me now
And forget all about the pressure of days
Do what I say and I'll make you okay
And drive them away
The images stuck in your head
Drink up one more time and I'll make you mine
Keep you apart, deep in my heart
Separate from the rest, where I like you the best
And keep the things you forgot

The people you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still

She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
Ive been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
Ive been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black

Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself on angels hair and babys breath
Broken hymen of your highness Im left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back

Hey, wait, I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice

xoxoxo

I'm thinking it through
I'm thinking of you
Try to remind myself to move
The nightmare unfolds
Should have never let him go
Alone in this empty room
Let it burn

"Punk is dead
emo kids are next"