letters to who you love the most
unmailed postcards sent anywhere but here
dreaming of someplace greater
(and) even crueler than sibling rivalry
sworn enemies over your backyard fence
never knew any better
its always same shit, different DJ
repeat to repent and repeat
Groundhog Day with no symptoms
another sick-minded shadow of yours
so you go play the game to homemade rules
hidden aces arent allowed and we dont play for keeps
and hearts belong in (bird/rib)cages but are always sewn on your sleeves
stitch me up.
my love for yours.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
DEAR YOU
i found another world. losers delight, they call it. they tell me its made of loosecannons and foolprooffools. liars. well i think i belong here. its not too shoddy. i think ill cut my teeth on it then keep it in my back pocket for rainy days.
yummy
yummy
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Thnks Fr Th Fsh.
im slip-slip-slipping
on the ice on your hips
theres no friction between us
but i thought you would have figured that out by now
i gave you too much credit
"never bite the hand that feeds you or you starve tonight"
you carved on the backs of your hands, the mirrors, the walls
so determind to forget their lies, you strain to remember your own
truths
you keep a constant tally of all the times youve fucked up
but its funny how you only bruise your wrists
coz youre too chickenshit to take it up a notch
i was drawn in by the way you hang your head at the sight of me
im more than a failure because you want me this way
well guess what?
im not afraid of losing you like i was once upon a time
ill put you up on the bandwagon with mothballs and cliche
see you off into the distance
on the ice on your hips
theres no friction between us
but i thought you would have figured that out by now
i gave you too much credit
"never bite the hand that feeds you or you starve tonight"
you carved on the backs of your hands, the mirrors, the walls
so determind to forget their lies, you strain to remember your own
truths
you keep a constant tally of all the times youve fucked up
but its funny how you only bruise your wrists
coz youre too chickenshit to take it up a notch
i was drawn in by the way you hang your head at the sight of me
im more than a failure because you want me this way
well guess what?
im not afraid of losing you like i was once upon a time
ill put you up on the bandwagon with mothballs and cliche
see you off into the distance
Saturday, September 26, 2009
i love how you always fuck with my head
stop kissing my bones. we both know that all you want to do is jump them.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
trace me some battle scars...
is this love or is this war?
take a shot in the dark and call my bluff
i got the benefit of the doubt
and smoke and mirrors up my sleeve
but who cares? (my catchphrase of the week)
every goddamn conversation tonight is forced through gritted teeth
you want to make it all right
like usual
go spin your web of sugar coated excuses
youre hoping to catch me at my lowest
but put up a fight coz this city aint about to let me go
im better off ted
and when i forget myself again and again
to the tune of another hot wired head
it brings me back to my feet
so you cant have it your way
but listen hard to the wind as it whistles through the alleyways
it calls your name
(love isnt love without war)
take a shot in the dark and call my bluff
i got the benefit of the doubt
and smoke and mirrors up my sleeve
but who cares? (my catchphrase of the week)
every goddamn conversation tonight is forced through gritted teeth
you want to make it all right
like usual
go spin your web of sugar coated excuses
youre hoping to catch me at my lowest
but put up a fight coz this city aint about to let me go
im better off ted
and when i forget myself again and again
to the tune of another hot wired head
it brings me back to my feet
so you cant have it your way
but listen hard to the wind as it whistles through the alleyways
it calls your name
(love isnt love without war)
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
to whom this may concern...
my head or my hearts gonna explode
mind over (you dont) matter
excluding souls like kids in the playground
but schools out for summer
lets go down to the beach and put all our problems in the bottles
watch them float at sea to forget the fights between us
(there's something therapeutic about salty air...)
sometimes i just wanna push you off a bridge and watch you sink
but most of the time i just want to be wrapped up in your arms again
insecure little children never grow up
we are The Lost Boys
no matter how much i hate to admit it but i needed you since day one
i dont deserve you in my life
you are too good for me
please,
i love you.
broken smiles and pixiedust
maybe one day ill meet you in neverland
"two stars to the right and straight on till mornin'!"
mind over (you dont) matter
excluding souls like kids in the playground
but schools out for summer
lets go down to the beach and put all our problems in the bottles
watch them float at sea to forget the fights between us
(there's something therapeutic about salty air...)
sometimes i just wanna push you off a bridge and watch you sink
but most of the time i just want to be wrapped up in your arms again
insecure little children never grow up
we are The Lost Boys
no matter how much i hate to admit it but i needed you since day one
i dont deserve you in my life
you are too good for me
please,
i love you.
broken smiles and pixiedust
maybe one day ill meet you in neverland
"two stars to the right and straight on till mornin'!"
Monday, August 10, 2009
"Take a hike, buddy- and by that i dont mean hitchhiking."
im the narrator in the story of my life
but you have the starring role
i hope you get blinded by red carpet lights
when im watching you on tv (acceptance speech blues, baby)
i hope the words are like glass shards in your mouth
because every note from your lips
is a knife to my wrist
the day you won over the crowd is marked
on my calender with a big black cross
this is not a school girl crush-
just a story from a Kid that wants to warn you-
this Story isnt for the faint at heart
these America's Suitehearts and
Prima Donnas Of The Gutters and
Front Cover Honeys arent role models for your children
so lets start a new fad
of getting back at those who stole your well deserved limelight
but you have the starring role
i hope you get blinded by red carpet lights
when im watching you on tv (acceptance speech blues, baby)
i hope the words are like glass shards in your mouth
because every note from your lips
is a knife to my wrist
the day you won over the crowd is marked
on my calender with a big black cross
this is not a school girl crush-
just a story from a Kid that wants to warn you-
this Story isnt for the faint at heart
these America's Suitehearts and
Prima Donnas Of The Gutters and
Front Cover Honeys arent role models for your children
so lets start a new fad
of getting back at those who stole your well deserved limelight
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