Stacy Was A Whore (But Jean Does It Better) |
Tonight. Is designed. With one thing on my mind. The plot. The meaning. To stop your breathing. Oh Dear. I fear that I am doing something sick. And if no one tries to stop me. Baby. This won't be over...
Posted by on Sat, 31 May 2008 00:11:00 GMT |
Black And Blue And Yellow All Over. |
You've never looked more innocent. You and your sickening smile. Like you're so much better than me at this. You move so desperately choreographed. Spreading cross the bed like a fire. A natural. Oh y...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Jan 2008 14:11:00 GMT |
Theres Enough Room For The Both Of Us This Time (JayKay). |
Let's get one thing straight. There is no way I'm jealous of him. I'm just jealous of his position. And I'll let everything you say go to my head. Whatever makes me feel special. Right? I'll sleep alo...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Nov 2007 05:26:00 GMT |
If This Was Burger King Rules, Youd Be Dead By Now. (Have It Your Way) |
Here's such a sweet little song. For such a sweet little whore. You always were so damn convincing. Just know I chose to believe you. Oh I chose to play along. So don't you ever think you had me foole...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Jun 2007 06:06:00 GMT |
If I'm Such A Ladie's Man, How Did I Go Wrong With You? |
Well I've hemmed. And I've sewn. So many sails to move this ship and now it's going down. These rips and tears can't be patched fast enough to save us. And we're going down. I am all adolescents. I am...
Posted by on Mon, 28 May 2007 01:23:00 GMT |
In 2012, This Will All Be Over. |
Well let me break it down. So you can follow. I'm broke and oh so hollow. Depression's set in. I've got a bone to pick with you. You're so ruby red. On every shooting star. I'm wishing you to the ER. ...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Feb 2007 02:16:00 GMT |
This Is Your 7:00 AM Wake Up Call. |
This whole scene is fucked. Pardon my language but it's all that can explain it. And it plays behind my eyes. Viciously twisted. You are whispered and resistant. This isn't how it's supposed to go. An...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Nov 2006 07:00:00 GMT |
Of All The Months In The Year, I Hate November The Most. |
Well it scares me to death. Yes. Litterally death to know how easily you're tempted by the sleaziest of people. All they see's the girl that's had to much to drink. And they all know what they can get...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Nov 2006 04:20:00 GMT |
