You wouldn't know what it was like to look in the mirror

Wish I had Your Mouth

2009-06-20T07:03:00.000-07:00

wish i had your mouth so i could tell myself no

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a note for danny,

the day i arrived here i locked myself in the school toilets and cried until it was recess. as i walked away from the smell of shit i remembered.. those inked letters above the mirror that said 'this was never my life' and i have never cried another day since then because i realised, they were never my tears.

the day i met you i had never been in so much physical pain. i had blood dripping from my lip and you told me that i needed to get some help. i wasn't sure what you meant back then, but i walked all the way from the park to the hospital and as soon as i got there they told me "it wasn't worth the wait" so i walked back home and stapled my lip shut. the bleeding stopped, but the pain didn't.

the day i took you into my room i let you place your hand on my leg and i watched as you felt around. i don't know what scared me more, the fact that you were a boy and you were touching me or that there was a chance in that very moment that i loved you. when you left i stayed in my room for three hours and watched porn that my cousin had given me, i touched myself and when i came i didn't say your name. (but i was thinking it)

the day i got that call from your mom saying that you had locked yourself in your room and were drinking, i told her that i wasn't allowed to leave the house but i would call your cell-phone and talk some sense into you. I think it's about time you told her what i really did, by the end of the night a lot of those bottles were mine and the only thing i did that made sense was kissing you.

the day you left you laid out all your clothes on my bed and placed all mine in your bag. at first i was so angry that most of your clothes i set on fire, but i soon realised that you didn't leave the clothes as a way of getting back at me for everything i ever did to you, instead it was your way of saying goodbye. You once said, that I was the voice inside your head, now you are all I can smell when I lay awake at night.

the day i was found, i was wearing your favourite black shirt and i was without pants. they said i reeked of alcohol and that there was an excessive amount of blood coming from my lip. they said on the top of my thigh they found the words 'this was never my life' written in ink and the one thing they kept shouting over and over again was 'that i needed to get some help'. now I understand what you had meant.

and danny, I couldn't agree more.

-

the best thing i'll ever write

Send My Love To The Grave

2009-03-14T05:33:00.000-07:00

Missing, kissing
I've got two sides of listening
I've never heard a word you said,
But I thought you would have guessed

Second best, Under dressed
He says this is my only chance
But I've proved him wrong before,
And I'm not one to let him go

Justify, Amplify
Drop this act of I'm ready to die
You were the best thing in this head,
I've never had days like what we left

Relieve, Breathe
I've finished with these jagged knees
This is the day of all we went through
They will never hurt you like I do

You're Everything They Said You Would Be

2009-02-28T16:27:00.000-08:00

This wasn't meant to end like this.

Behind Closed Doors We Open Our Closests

2009-02-28T16:21:00.000-08:00

Converse the worse thing that comes to mind,
We will do anything just to waste our time
If that means winning when all we want to do is lose
Then kiss me sunshine,
Let's make another bruise
For a damaged head that wants nothing less
Then to rip out her eyes,
You have me at best

Pockets (Somebody Fall In Love)

2009-02-28T16:19:00.000-08:00

i. He closes his eyes and the water feels more like the clouds.
They're sending him into the sky. He watches the moon disappear
under his insecurities while his heart disappears with the hand on his chest.
She moves her hand away and kisses his eyes shut again before
swimming away. He listens to her leave, but knows she never will.

ii. He opens his eyes and they're lying on her bed, something familiar.
She holds his face with her little hands and smiles. She begins to sing,
weaving her words together like sewing up broken dolls. Every
word she sings makes his eyes burn, she is light that can't be captured.
As he begins to cry she keeps on singing, he wants her to be real.

(she is)

You Can't Save The World, But I Can

2009-01-27T04:08:00.000-08:00

To a world of people who might as well already be extinct,
I'm speaking for every boy who is dead when I say
"Your not as smart as you think"

And I'm speaking for every one eyed girl when I moan,
"You're not the only one alone"

And I'm crying for every child who can't breathe when I laugh,
"It's not what you take, but what you can grab"

To a world of people who live their life eating my air
I'll cut your heads off,
"You're playing unfair"

You're Not Going Anywhere (Return To Sender)

2009-01-27T04:04:00.000-08:00

If your thighs and legs were packaged any tighter your feet would split at each toe and open up like a doorway of new worlds.
I told you that your feet were your best chance out of this hell of a town,
but you told me that what is delivered stays delivered. I told you that that was the stupidest thing I have ever heard.

If your stomach and hands were packaged any tighter your ribs would break free, shooting out of your skin like sharp knives covered in sheets of blood.
I liked running my hands over your body at night,
when the moonlight touched your hair and your arms but never your face.
You had a disgusting face and I had a feeling it was the reason I lov- liked you so much.

If your hips and head were packaged any tighter your bones would collapse and all you would be was a costume. (A disgraceful costume)
I wish your skull was broken sometimes,
because I should have never listened to your stupid ideas.
The idea that starts with me on top of you in a box, and ends with you and me anywhere but here.

If our chests and shoulders were packaged any tighter our bodies would have formed into one. (When you look at me and smile, my heart believes that we already are the same person)

There's No Way To Win At (My) Life

2009-01-27T04:00:00.001-08:00

(forgot to post things here,)

i. There's no way to win at (my) life
ii. The down side to a reletionship that has no downside

They sit on the curb, "like orphans" he says and they hold their heads down low because well, they're not orphans.

She's still wearing his clothes because it's cold. It's summer but it's still cold. He always tells her that she looks good in blue, so she starts singing about it and he says nothing because she sounds horrible no matter how much heart she puts in it. (The heart is never good enough)

They hold hands but minutes later he lets go, and she rests her head on his shoulder and makes him promise that he will never leave her. She knows he won't, but she has to remind herself that it would be like burning the boy alive if she ever decided that his love wasn't worth living for. She doesn't want that.

He asks for a kiss and she smiles so brightly that he jumps on top of her legs and holds her so tightly that her body just might deflate. She still smiles, but she also wonders if he ever thinks that kissing is a waste of time. (Life is a waste of time)

The sun rises above their heads and lets her know that it's okay to be like this, to fall in love and still feel so unsatisfied, to feel so disappointed. She knows that this is all she will ever want, but while the wind whistles a story of how her teenage years have been washed away she can't help but hope that things won't always be like this.

As the car arrives she waves goodbye and smiles. He doesn't smile because he's still getting use to using his face for things other than madness. (“I use to hate you,” But things always change for the better)

The car drives away and she doesn't look back or wave anymore, because seeing his face would only make it harder to sleep at night. She doesn't want to hear it, but as she reaches her house her mind laughs and tells her "you're the meaning of alone". (So this is what it's like to fall in love)

I'm The Best Place To Be But The Worst Girl To Be There

2009-01-06T14:10:00.000-08:00

Anxiety boy.
Maybe if he shot his mother dead he would sleep better at night,
To know that he couldn't catch any more of her diseases
Would be the happiest thing he's ever heard.
But she’s still lying next to him, and making him sing her to sleep.
I told him to keep a knife under his bed for the day he's to worried to worry.
This time he used it on himself instead
(Like always)

Depression boy.
He doesn't like looking in the mirror, unless it ends up shattered on the floor.
He says, "What’s there to see?"
It's not the only thing that's broken, but his future is looking pretty sharp (everything about him cuts at the edges)
Sometimes when he glues himself back together, I keep the pieces he missed in a jar.
Next time he cries I'll be the one to make him whole again.

Manic boy.
I hate the way he looks at his baby brother as if it would be fun to wrap long fingers around his throat, and see if he could still scream.
He said to me that if I ever spoke another word he would carve out both my eyes,
Just to see how many words I would scream then.
(I'm betting on 'I love you' to be the first thing that comes out)

Panic boy.
If the lights weren't so bright we would play murder in the dark (he's always the winner),
But when I turn off the lights he shakes and cries and runs into the walls.
I want to tell him that this is when I like him best (but this is when he hates me most).
I'm praying that he never gets better,
So in exchange for a little light I make him promise me things like he will never leave.
He always asks why? "Because I'm obsessive, boy"

I'd Die To Kill You

2008-12-28T16:51:00.000-08:00

Corpse of a pig, Or maybe just your body.
Rotting in my house, under my bed.
It's the best reminder to keep my heart away from my head. (dickhead)

The smell is like eating compost,
Flies for desert and drinking shit for the fun of it.
Nobody told me that your body wasn't a buffet. (But you always tasted better)

I kept your eyes in a box, safe keeping, sweet dreaming.
It wasn't that I didn't like what I saw,
But I couldn't do what I did with your staring at me like that.

Sometimes I cut off your skin and wear the thing,
Like a wetsuit that's never been so wet,
And a body that's never been so dry (I sucked the life out of you)

I talk to you, most days.
Tell you things about my life, and how much I love the love.
I can hear you breathe, and you whisper things like 'enough'

(But enough is not enough, When your dead)

Driving Or Flying, Either Way Your Still Crashing

2008-12-27T20:17:00.000-08:00

If i could love you- i would
If i could be with you- i would

but i cant,
because being with you means being without him and i rather skin myself alive and carve out both my eyes before i ever even think about leaving him.

But if i could leave him- i wouldnt

I'm Not A Stalker

2008-12-17T15:40:00.000-08:00

(I'm not a stalker but I may know a thing or two about your underwear)

He showers with his clothes on,
Says he doesn't want to see himself naked.
Says he just can't take it.
He doesn't think he's ugly,
Just doesn't want to be naked.
With all that skin,
He forgets that it's my favourite part.
He forgets that I want to see him naked
And exposed.
Just to know he's just like me,
We're all the same under our clothes.
But he doesn't listen and instead
Tells me things like I'm sick,
perverted and disgusting.
I'm sure he wouldn't mind though,
If taking his clothes off
Involved a little thrusting.

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LULZLULZ I AM SORRY SONNY. I JUST HAD TO WRITE THIS.

I Took Fame The Wrong Way

2008-12-17T15:36:00.000-08:00

(I Took Fame The Wrong Way And Ended Up At Your Front Step (I'm Knocking Your Dreams Away))

An artist like you deserves a gallery of hanging people
With their vocal cords all lying on the floor.
And if we could we would paint the room with human blood,
And call it a masterpiece.

But you were never an artist.

And a writer like you should have the world for an audience,
And a library full of dead bodies for a home.
Each of your books we would put in "only the best" section,
And we'll make room for your bed of disconnected fingers and ink.

But you never wrote a word.

So, A celebrity like you should have their name on the cows arses,
We could brand it and support you like all good fans should.
And we'd love to drink the piss you piss because you taste like gold,
We would make your spit the new coke.

But you were only ever famous in my eyes.

I'm Talking To Myself (but your the one who's listening)

2008-12-08T02:13:00.000-08:00

If we were in the same body,
I would take a knife and stab myself in the chest,
So you could feel the pain
That I know best.

And with this body we shared,
I could turn myself inside out
To show you how ugly we really are.
And while we look at our organs spilling about,
I would throw up and laugh.

We could write love letters to your girlfriend,
Saying things like 'My dog is prettier than you'
You would try to erase all the things that I write,
But I would tell you that a fight,
With yourself is not a fight.

You would think my every thought,
Like the thoughts about your sister.
You could try to push them aside,
But I would threaten you with your own hands.
I wonder what under her skirt would feel like.

The best part would be the nights where you can’t sleep.
I would sing a lullaby with your beautiful voice
‘Mother your better off dead'
When they hear, we will be the only ones left.

If we were in the same body,
I would stay with you in the dark room.
The room without a window,
The room without a door.
Where I could promise you things like,

'Nothing will ever be the same as before'

You Wouldn't Want To Be Like Me

2008-11-29T15:29:00.000-08:00

Give me a break,
"like breaking already broken bones?"
Or "breaking hearts?"
She always knows the right things to say, just not this time.

I watched her grow from water to stone,
Only to realise she grew up too fast.
It was paint setting quickly only to look like the blood of a dead dog.

Dead dog, Said wrong,
I remember the first day we met.
She told me she'd slit my throat if I didn't hold her hand,
I wanted to tell her I would have held it anyway.

She's in between the ages of dead and yet to live,
An adult who has a smile and teeth like a kid
And a heart like a murderer.

Her mother use to say to her "don't play with your food"
But she never stopped touching me.

And the day she asked me if she could taste,
I ripped off my skin like it was burning my bones.
She took me apart but left my eyes alone.

When they ask me why I don't leave,
Or what makes me stay.
I cut off there fingers and smile with pride,
"She tells the prettiest of lies"

(Like she'll never leave my side)

Freckle, Freckle, What Makes You So Special?

2008-11-27T18:01:00.000-08:00

I'm in between the ages of dead and yet to live,

As far as i'm concerned your no Bronx,
And if this childs name isn't Jack then i've believed insanity

With the famous friends we never knew
We've lost touch, again.

Worry, Worry, Put My Head In Such A Flurry

(BabyBabyBaby)

junglebook.

2008-11-21T21:05:00.000-08:00

You are just made of mysteries aren't you.
Clever boy.

Britney Spears Called She Wants Her Virginity Back

2008-11-18T15:29:00.000-08:00

I'm following a follower into a sense of no hope
But I'm still a believer with the scars to show
If I'm so stunning then how come I can't play with fire?
I can't fall in love without getting higher
And I'll smoke all the acid you have
Just to feel like I'm worth all you had
Ripping out my teeth to feel brand new
I broke my wrist, not for the fun,
but for you

The Ending Could Have Been Better

2008-11-15T19:57:00.000-08:00

We Missed The Part Where You Said You Were Sorry (Apology Accepted)

It's confirmed, you’re a freak.
From the heels of your feet, where the dandelions grow from each toe.
And I like to watch the headaches you have,
The veins that pump in your head, the heart you have instead of a brain.
But you don't feel pain, because you’re a freak. A freak.

It started with your head in the sand; you said you were a man.
But you lied; you’re just a boy, not even a boy, a freak.
And I kept you locked in my closest, told you know one would care,
Just another freak in despair.
But then, one day I let you go.

And this just in, you’re making it on a win.
You've made it on channel thirty-one.
The documentary they made about your life only got confidentiality rights,
But you signed the form away, and we threw up watching it.
Your disgusting really, clearly I think it's the way you have no tongue.

They took the freaks statement, "I’m no different from the rest"
We put it to the test, and you blew up the machine.
You’re like feral on speed.
The day you came out and said you were born on mars,
Your fame skyrocketed, your one of these stars.
I watched as they learned to love a freak, the one I use to see.

I want to believe that they sided with you because they were scared,
Because a freaks a freak with no love to be shared.
But you filled the screens and I don't read the papers anymore,
You’re spreading, shedding, forgetting what you really are.
I'd like to remind you, look in the mirror and grow another arm.

The day you crashed, fell and smashed.
You sat there with a sign of ‘unwanted’
Old news, From Freak to love and back to Freak.
Medically speaking, you’re not worth keeping.
So they sent you back to where you belong, forgot about you in the long run.
It was like you never existed.

I remember, December, maybe it was November, when we met again.
I found your skin under my bed, and your head in my hands.
Took you back into my closest and told you to stay there,
“Unfair” you said. But I know best,
But a freak knows no better. When you escaped, I laughed till I cried.
A freaks a freak; they found you and ended your life.

I'm Known Best For The Smile I Don't Have

2008-11-14T17:45:00.000-08:00

You write things you don't want to write.
And your latest catch phrase is "you wouldn't want to be like me"
But what would you know,
When you live inside your head and digest your forgotten ego for breakfast.
It tastes like winning, you say.

(I don't mean a word of this)

A World Where I Don't Belong

2008-11-14T17:40:00.000-08:00

I have you were I want you
But you're never what I want

The planes are soaring high
The lighting strikes and your face is ablaze
But you never let that get in your way

Im shaking because I'm not scared
Im shaking because I'm not afraid to die
To become one of these statues without eyes

The air is spreading like my disease
The streets are collapsing beneath my body
You've never looked so ugly

And if all it takes is to cut off our tongues
Shove them into ice
Just to feel numb

Then winters all the range,
But your never what I want

What Gets You Off?

2008-11-01T00:13:00.001-07:00

You've given me an erection.

I Sleep Alone (with you by my side)

2008-10-24T18:19:00.000-07:00

It's not the hours that I sleep,
But the moments that I dream
It's not the moments that I dream,
But the times I wake and scream

I'm sleeping on your porch,
If that makes it any better
Lying through the telephone,
Alone; we can do this together

I'm the darkest of nightmares coming alive,
Climb back in the closet,
This is not your best side

The monsters of the night have a gun to my head
Tell them a goodnight story,
Fuck yourself into bed

What A Fall, Donnie

2008-10-15T13:18:00.000-07:00

I've got troubled thoughts and the self esteem to match,
I've got dark idea's that your falling on your own back

Maybe it will grow on me
It's starting to already

Edit: Hospital Bed Crawl

2008-10-10T17:06:00.000-07:00

Stuck in the back,
I'm shoving blood into your chest,
The doctor always knows whats best

Touch, until your skin wears to bone
And your bones turn to dust
This is what I call home

Breathe Baby,
Your bodies so cold,
When you don't last and your growing old

Im a ticking time machine,
Veins of medication,
Shut up, play the part, your the dying paitent

Finger fast,
Here's your new beating heart,
Throwing love into this shopping cart

Emergency, the hospital beds empty
I'll hold your hand,
It's about time you left me

This Time We'll Get It Right

2008-10-01T23:53:00.000-07:00

His fingers shake with i'm nervous. But he won't tell you a thing about his feelings. She's running through the grass and lying all over him. She wants to kiss him, again. Again. His lips are comforting, lip balm pink and their hers. Before he knows it she's off, her ripped jeans scream 'what I wouldn't do for you', he doesn't know if he should smile.

She likes it best when he wraps his arms around her from behind, or the way he dances his fingers over her skin. Don't let go. She's challenging him, putting him into the light. Trust me. She thinks way to much, as he sprints past her hand in hand he knows this is what lifes meant to be like. She taught him that.

Responsibility. The cars passing see it as nothing, It's the moment that makes her day. He's kicking bright footballs, he's unpeeling his shield. She hates goodbyes, fear because he never learned how to fall and love and how to care for another person. She doesn't know when she will see him again, if ever. But while he holds her close, she's going to believe in fate. Destiny.

Leave The Lights Off

2008-09-28T18:13:00.000-07:00

your growing up so fast..

She Knows That

2008-09-28T16:57:00.000-07:00

She knows their all talking, but words are words.

And the sounds. She knows of the sounds, the screeches, and the things that pierce at her ears like the silence she hears at three-thirty on a wednesday night when she's all alone.

They're all moving too, running and skipping. Sprinting and moving like they have all the time in the world, they don't, she knows that.

Somebody stares at her, A boy maybe. She's not too sure.
It's eyes glow with electric blue waters and It's skin shines in notice-me's and forget-me-not's. She focuses on the smile, and she knows it's a boy.

He's perfect. And for once, nobodies moving. And nobodies talking.

There's no sounds and no lights.

Flash. There's no light.

But he's standing there in the dark, and she can see him in all his pride.
He grins at her, lopping his head to the left and colours her eyes.

She clenches her teeth together.
She turns.
She runs.

He's shouting at her, shouting at her to come back.
Throwing things like I love you and we're meant to be together.

But words are only words. She knows that.

Expect Nothing

2008-09-25T00:37:00.000-07:00

I'll take a gun to your head and lock you in my closest,
If that's what it takes to get you to stay.

Somedays..

I Don't Blame You For Being You

2008-09-23T21:08:00.000-07:00

"Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes
That I am not there, I swear I didn't mean
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised"

Do you ever answer the phone?
The doctors still havn't figured out why my heart won't beat.

Your the reason the sun doesn't shine anymore.
Im mixing fuck you's with morphine.

I Laughed Myself To Sleep

2008-09-23T18:01:00.000-07:00

He's laughing because her hands won't go any further down his pants
And her knees aren't getting any dirtier

She swallows and he laughs again,
he laughs at her face and he knows what she can taste
She leaves with her hair in a mess; she's off to church, in that pretty pink dress

He laughs when she reads from the bible,
He laughs when she says goodbye to her Dad

There back on the floor, he's laughing as she kicks close the door
She knows how to use her tongue; She says she thinks he's the one

He laughs when his fingers slide in,
He laughs when they come out dripping and she licks them clean

She leaves with an ‘I love you’ and he laughs because she has no clue,
He’s off calling his boyfriend telling him she has nothing on you

I've Got The Sun In My Eyes

2008-09-16T00:24:00.000-07:00

Where have you gone?
She's more important. And He'll always be first,
but it's been six days.

Six days without you, Six days without myself.
I'm living inside your head,

Alone.

Street Lights

2008-09-16T00:00:00.000-07:00

Your every street light, and every television.
Your every noise that wakes me up in the middle of the night
And your every stranger that walks by

Your the water in the ocean
Your the skin upon my bones
Your the sun starting fires
And the green in the grass

Your the blush creeping across her face
And the heartbeat in his chest
Your the smile in your mothers eyes
And the question on my lips

Your every movement, and every breath.
Your the dogs barking to the sky,
Your the summer and the fall,
And the reason im still alive.

I left my confidence in the ocean of yesterday

2008-09-13T17:02:00.000-07:00

Im swallowing the lights of chicago
And swimming in your MTV made dreams

A broken glass eye, wondering what the hell went wrong
Forgetting that I was the reason you wrote this song

Your every ugly musical
That's beautiful in my eyes
Im every destoyed child
You wanted to leave behind

We're spreading diseases of politics and rights
Im wondering how you made it through last night

You taught us what it was to listen and never say
Step back from the barrier
Don't ever get in our way

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You owe me a life of everything you gave away

Jimmy Urine Is God

2008-09-13T01:28:00.000-07:00

"I'm not excited about music. I hate music" Admits Urine, poker-faced.
"I never listen to music. To me, music is a job" -Kerrang! Magazine

His Girl Friday

2008-09-12T16:55:00.000-07:00

If this is obsessed,
I'll still love every broken bone you have.
I'll be watching while you smash windows and runnaway from home.
And when friday comes around i'll be there by your side,
smiles, shakes and kisses.

Build Pete Wentz, then we have a scene

2008-09-11T01:01:00.000-07:00

Im just some tryhard scene kid.

Am I? Really?

Fuck you and your scene. I never wanted to be apart of it. I sure as hell never was trying to get in it. Im no scene kid, and either are you.

Who are you trying to impress? it's not working. It's not working. It's not working, darling.

I hate you all.

[Insert Your Name Here]

2008-09-02T22:31:00.000-07:00

Come back please. Don't go, not just yet. I'm not ready.

Edit-
Its spring, it's september, and it's a day without you
Its love, it's lets remember, and it's a day without you
Its school, it's bright, and it's a day without you
Its laughing, it's still light, and it's a day without you

It's lonely, it's frightnening, it's hurting, it's hate
It's screaming, It's lifeless, it's crying, it's fate
And it's a day without you

She Tells Stories Of Giving Up

2008-09-01T20:31:00.000-07:00

His best impression of you is almost sadder than you yourself
His best idea was the one where he tied a rope around his throat

His hair would never sit right
His eyes would never shine
His sister didn't know a thing about his life

He's out partying till three in the morning
He's kicking up a storm
He's learning the hard way through an easy heart
He's one step behind the cold and warm

His brightest lyrics never made the cut
His brightest oppitunity was only to be shut

He smiled when he new he lost
He laughed when it was time to die
He lived the life of a seveteen-year-old boy who knew what it was to cry

His tounge told stories of giving up
His hands played it fast then you said enough

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You don't have any idea of who I am,
Just the girl in the background that never quite made it

The Truth Will Kill You

2008-09-01T01:09:00.000-07:00

You don't really want to know. Do you? No
You don't really want to know. This will hurt you more than it hurts me,
I'm willing to tell, but you won't want to listen.

Don't make me say it. You know I will, and you don't really want to know.

Trust me.

What are these labels?

2008-08-30T19:35:00.000-07:00

What are these labels?
This post-it-note you stick on my head.

Do I wear my clothes like that? Is that what your getting at?
My short skirt and blonde hair, so im a bimbo right?
My glasses and book in hand, so im a nerd right?
These black jeans, too tight. Fag, Fag, Fag!

Since when did make-up scream fake
And popularity shout slut

She's too skinny, somebody take her toothbrush away
He's into sport, its the only balls he has
Her hair has to many colours, step away from the freak
His online idenity has never seen the world of a geek

What are these labels?
This sticker that you stick on my head.

Josie

2008-08-30T16:37:00.000-07:00

You could try to call, My phones disconnected
I could do the same, Tell me I'm rejected

I'll give you a million excuses if you ask for them
But I'm not her

Everythings gonna be fine.

He Believes In Time Machines

2008-08-21T19:48:00.000-07:00

Do you believe in fate? He believes in time machines. In a world where we have as much time as we need, and as much time as want. Fate will give us our future, destiny will only please for some. Do you see the difference in destiny and fate? I do. Destiny is only for the ones who are going to make it, the ones who are destined to be great. Fate is everything that only dissapoints us. But I do believe in fate and I question destiny. I question the future, why is it so much brighter than what we have left behind? He says its because the future holds more time than the past. I don't believe him. The past will last forever, the future will end tomorrow

We don't break hearts, we burn them

2008-08-21T16:16:00.000-07:00

Let's step off page one for the moment
Your not the first to go missing, and I'm not the first to give up
With your hair forever changing, your body stays the same
Just a boy, who's future shouldn't have got in the way
We can't wash away the past, if there was nothing to wash away
But while you've been gone, I've been sleeping with the enemy
And I apoligise for all the times I dreamt you dead
Im counting my blessings, but I know you to well
When Monday comes around it will be straight back to hell

Success Was Never The Plan

2008-08-19T22:52:00.000-07:00

The glass that you broke sits low beneath our pride
Swallowing everything that we shed to hide
Forgetting was never the treatment we knew
Giving up was something we all went through

Flashing lights killed the shame of the past
Mistakes, Regrets suffocated under the skies cast
A sudden burst that we all expected
A new found obsession that we all rejected

Selfishly covering all that cries stunning
A question of what was jealous and cunning
Now a smile that wins them all
I'm still waiting for the moment you fall

Face Without A Name

2008-08-19T22:12:00.000-07:00

With vampire teeth
Skin like fire
Eyes too dull
For one with desire

Chalk from the sidewalk
Colours lips preparing to crack
Blonde shiny string
A voice ready to attack

Glowing Cheeks
An Out of fashion cut
Endless changes
Im just never enough