im not a superhero- im pavlovs dog

are you the bell or the meat powder?

vampire money at its premium (and im buying in)

you burn the candle from both ends
living life as a mover and shaker
im just living life as a b-side
a chaser to all your late nights
(tete a tete with the 6s and 7s)
im calling for pistols at dawn
even though im not worth the bullet you scratched my name into
even though im not worth the blood, sweat and tears you put into
hunting me down
better bring yr silver bullets because im such an animal
if i told you my insides were neon would rip me open and keep them
even if it killed me?

this is just a knife in your gut (but with a twist)

im down but not out
forget homesick
im seasick
when you get this please beam me back to my home planet

im hanging off collarbones, im teething on hipbones

i am the whites of eyes and she is a basketcase
push the envelope and maybe we will make it to the backroom
lungs full of nicotine
mouths full of insults
everyone has their poison
wolves. deus ex machine. red bull. supra footwear. jeff buckley. grey and gray. digital photos looking like polaroids.
and i like 3D movies
they make me spin all the way to the bathroom tiles.
watch me brag my vices to the mirror (eyes closed, always)
and, oh, the floors never been so inviting
and the lights never been so striking
kicking the weekdays in the teeth just to blow it all on the weekend
lay down next to ripped halves of photos
slept all through the day(dreams)
woke up in a shoegazing mood
blame the bad weather
but the one thing you can always count on with me is that i am always half there

rough work, but we wouldnt have it any other way.

crazed young animals
either howl at the moon or let the vet put you to sleep
(hot or cold, never room temperature)
natural disasters
we will ruin everything that you hold in high esteem
rip open your head and see what makes you tick
now,
gutter stomp when the breakdown kicks in
fuck.
see me shining like pearls for the first time in my life
next to the perfect teeth in the magazines
compensate for being rotten on the inside with wit in spades
just pucks of pooks hill
dear you,
migrating east
tell me
are you running away or coming home for the first time?

i dont think i can write anymore. i cant clean this slate with such dirty hands.

my idea of mixing things up is swapping which end of the bed i lay my head

taking this off private. lets see how this goes.

i want to kiss every bad idea on the mouth

we are all attracted to the shine on a blade
caged by morals, covered in skin
inside all of us is an animal
but only some of us are wild
let the claws out with all those loose emotions
howl at the moon, snarl at the word (raise that upper lip)
you just gotta let it all out
im sick to death of bottling everything
so bogged down in anxiety and negativity, the doc's certificate says i got the bends
i want to live where the wild things are
truly, the reason i love you is because i can see us running through the suburban streets
coated in warpaint, barefoot, with the full moon in our veins
fuck the 9 to 5s
steal the colgate grin off a businessman's grin
i want to ruin everyone, even you (but truth be told you are too far gone, even by my standards)
maybe we are sid & nancy 2.0
maybe alpha wolves
maybe just nothing, and i am imagining it all
i can see this being all in my head, i do it a lot
sometimes i feel above everyone and sometimes not worth the air i breathe
my emotions have always been just a tennis match
but can yr eyes move fast enough to keep up? or am i just rolling em into the back of your head?
i just wanna be kept in the loop
i wanna be thought about for a second, because i swear to god youre on my mind near 24/7
and please tell me when i beg(a/i)n to bore you

(im gonna regret all of this. i nearly always do. this sorta stuff should be kept to a confessional, but im no christian, so im putting it here.)

i fought with all my hearts for this
a monochromatic kid with a limp and a lisp
who would rather get lost in the breakdown of a song
pulses match the double kick on the bass drum
my ego rides shotgun all my life
a safety blanket for those solitary nights
been living in reverse dog years, now im just leaping em
im so full of rage, watch the words as im leaking em
i love you to death (not only below the belt)
and truth be told i got everyone fooled but myself
is "fuck off" better than nothing or have i got it wrong?
never got a chance just made it up all along

and so it goes
horses to bottled glue
noses to model glue

all my friends are safe houses (too bad i am the home wrecker that will destroy them)

the lover boy is singing the blues
winning over hearts with a single song
but a god complex and a loose belt buckle don't exactly make for "puppy love"
white knuckles
one hand on the steering wheel, the other wherever you will permit

we got the right formula for a pile up on the freeway (after lifetimes of trying)
full moon outside the windshield has me howling
always said i was raised by wolves, but you/they never listened
i hope theres a full tank
bricked the pedal to the floor
"no sleep till ..."
fleeing the border these days is the only way to escape a bad reputation
getting out of a town where i can barely breathe
i always said i (carcrash)heart the haters but most times it is just suffocating
blurry eyes filled with tears keep the zzz's at bay
dark bags under the eyelids keep the love at bay
the distance is slowly killing me

but you knew that
(wish i could tell you something you didn't know- wish me luck?)

bumper car love. forever.