You make me who I am. |
Posted by on Thu, 20 Aug 2009 20:58:00 GMT |
You know it's bad when. |
You know it's bad when the end of that cigarette isn't enough.When the bottle is empty before you're done.When once a day doesn't satisfy you.When the bandages never come off.When others give up on te...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Aug 2009 22:26:00 GMT |
I'm No Better, I'm no better. |
You say I'm no better, I'm no better.I'm no better than a grave digger,scoffing at the dead, stealing their treasures.and I'm no better than a space cowboy,a gangster of love, some guy named Maurice,I...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Aug 2009 22:40:00 GMT |
The Summer Bucket List. |
The Summer Bucket List.
See 500 days of summer.
See Paper Heart.
Quit My Job.
Get a job at CVS.
Go to many a Flea Market.
Buy and cook a meal.
Go to Six Flags.
Many Road Trips.
Party in a Whe...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Aug 2009 00:35:00 GMT |
I can dish it out, but I can't take. |
I'd like to teach you how to love yourself.Only I just don't know if I'm doing it right myself.I'd like you to know your life means something.Maybe not to you, but to me. and I'm sure to others.I'd li...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Jul 2009 23:29:00 GMT |
A whole god-damned nation of assholes. |
The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another,
and no matter what you chose,
they sliced a little bit more off you,
until there was nothing left.
At the age of 25 most peo...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Jul 2009 17:21:00 GMT |
Imaginary Existance. |
The scenery is blue and white,
and whipping by with the wheat in the field,
and flying by with the wind my face,
with the stars in my eyes.
But the sun's still shining.
Oh, the sun is still up i...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Jul 2009 21:45:00 GMT |
Make me want to be. |
Your eyes rip right through these invisible scars,of where I've hurt myself so I don't feel.Only because I lack the willingness to let it show.It's all for show.Sometimes i want you to see, to see the...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Jun 2009 00:55:00 GMT |
Broken hearts Beat Just Fine. |
But enough about me already. Who needs one more love song to get them
through the night? Who needs a sucker, a rich motherfucker to croon
into the mic about a redhead girl with a conman's charm? Who...
Posted by on Wed, 20 May 2009 11:11:00 GMT |
I feel like a stranger in my own body. |
I feel like a mixture between revival and roadblock.There's a half empty beer can sitting on that bible.I hav'nt picked up my pen in a few months, but the words are just flowing out.It seems so cliche...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Mar 2009 13:01:00 GMT |
