imustconfessiminlovewiththemess

"Well tax me like cigarettes and sell me in bottleshops!- Hey Kid!-
wheres the Doriam Grey?
Did you frame it? Hang it? Cover it in sheets?"

vs.

"I dont care what the prophets say anymore.
And i know you hid it in the doghouse.
Yeah i fucking know!- if you doubt it take a shot!
Too bad you cant shoot straight..."

I heard you get a prize in Heaven but Hell i want it now!

the salad days are over!
this shit is now legal!
so raise your glasses to the ceiling and toast to the heroes of your
lost cause
the antagonists saving you from muggers and rising interest rates
we hung the moon and all the individuals
they were 'just a wave at the docks'
and they arent going down without a fight
watch them put on their warpaint like their applying eyeliner
... last gasp effort...

so theyll call what we preach a joke, but put our names in neon- after
all- its the least we deserve. make sure you mind yr manners and head
and watch those lips checking no bombs pass them. tell the truth and
you shouldnt dare dream. follow the rules. follow the leader.

follow me.

rAveN& a wRIGti nG desK

>> the only reason you cant see in the dark
>> is coz your eyes are fucking closed
>> scotland yard stole our hope but we still got the box it came in
>> tell the kids the games up, were all done
>> raiding the bags under our eyes
>> for all our lost inspiration
>> what will we say when they ask for the truth?
>> break their backs and send em back to the gutters
>> restart this broken heart
>> breathe new air into collapsed lungs
>> "i have a bad feeling and i think its coming from you"
>> my pulse comes fresh from The Pharmicist
>> so ill tear myself apart and kiss those beats all over this room
>> whisper me something amazing between the times of 'shoving bottles
>> into my hand' and 'the morning after'
>> cause its all just empty bliss
>> this is the the last song and the swan has amnesia
>> this is coin operated love but you only got notes
>> this is the kids passing love letters in class not adressed to them
>> this is the bullshit artists who cant put paint to canvas
>> and these are the backpocket believers with holes in their jeans
>> "cupid aint a crack shot, baby- why do you think opposites attract?"
>> your just a another fucking mental(brief)case
>> brought to you by pricy italian leather
>> housing all my doubts
>> you are the reason your psychologist needs a psychologist
>> straitjackets could never set you straight
>

The manifesto

its no lie, ive fallen for you so hard ive broken every bone in my body

im so addicted to how easily you seem to ease the pain at the touch of your hand

but i heard, youre run down over and out

another casualty at the scene of the crash

but im here to help.

ill be your superman and your kryptonite

I always wished the world was flat so i could go to the edge and back.

a decade gone. when i say it like that it really makes my head spin. new years was always a chore to me. and i never liked countdowns as they remind me of the time left for me. it was weird- even though you werent there you were who i thought of when we all said "happy new year" and i hate myself for it. screw you, me, us all.
the only kiss i got was on the cheek from my best friend.
lovelovelove of the strictly platonic kind.

also, "failsafe". hah more like idiot safe. how come im the stupid one who presses the big red button right after everyone tells me not to? stereotyping me into a cliche action movie.
oh puhlease. schwarzenegger got it better.

HandOverFist

(when i figure out what that means ill let you know)

Merry christmas.
i wrote this for you sometime between sunset and sunrise. so obviously its just stupid rantings. whatever. based on a dream i had too long ago to recite.

"I wish i could box you up under my tree
I wish 11:11 wishes worked on me
I wish the Tooth Fairy was real
But instead the Easter bunny cut me a deal
So now its coffee, cake, and his obituary
6 feet deep with his old pal Jiminy
Always with concience but without concious
He said im the love child of blasphemy and love loss..."

ill finish it one day. promise.

this is mutiny to the tune of you pleading the fifth

bobs yr uncle
death is mine
we shook hands
first name basis
and dared each other to write till we get
rings around our eyes
rings around our fingers
or
wrings around our necks