anarchy in this URL

i like to think you live between our computer screens
lost in translation like tokyo city lights
honestly ive never felt so at home as when im trawling through your dotcoms
youve got enough pages to keep me
Engaged
refresh hot keys are worn down to nubs but (baby) i keep on pressing
gotta weird obsession with sid vicious and i think id jump off this burning bridge if he followed suit
sometimes i want to smack everyone in the face for stooping so fucking low as to hang with a kid like me
and i scream "theres no cure for that gravel rash on your chin"
keep your head high and your standards even higher
its the only way to make it outta this one starbucks town

"Come on, lets go assemble the cannon fodder..." "Thats not what we're calling them, sweetie." "Not to their faces. What am i- insensitive?"

past tense is putting my head in a box and taping it shut
"dear dr gravity, im lost in this city"
trying to read a map but the street names are all a blur
"and dear dr gravity ive lost my mind"
the cool metal on yr empty wrists will make you weep for the scar
i wrote this all for the caller on aisle 5
i think i found love
in dark bathroom stall
with a nameless face
and ended up on the fucking floor
i stuttered "i love you"s to whoever tuned in to hear
im the worst disc jockey but i can keep you listening
heres another confession from the side of the road
"im have a crush on anyone that ever second glanced me"
lock me up in the purgatory
coz im addicted to the haters,
i get off on their words
fucking to their honesty
fucking off from their fists
but id sure as hell break my knuckes on anyones teeth
that let a insult like that find its way to you
"basset hound loyal" to this backpocket believers crew
but isnt it ironic how theyve forgotten me so soon?

(you kids keep this loose cannon tied up. i love know you.)

THE PHARMACIST PRESCRIBES:

- One Singapore Sling for the heat rash between your thighs

- And one more down your throat to help you sleep all through the night

Little lost Romeo waiting on a sign from the divine

"Hes about as funny as a cry for help"
lookin pretty busy with his game face on
wringing his hands coz hes got a sleep debt he needs to pay off
youve done your dash so drop the dice and follow me
wolves at the door
marveled at how soon the hunter is the hunted
and the clocks never give a shit
put pen to paper and start the body count
ill bet you lost count of them all the moment you lost all their cash
the cards tricked his head
writing exposes on your insides
sitting on your front lawn throwing milestones at your window
swallow the broken glass
dont worry- it wont hurt you more than your words hurt him
let me give you the Cliff Notes-
put the lovesick puppy out of its misery.
"a vague disclaimer is nobodys friend but mine"

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
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