i don't want to deny the things i want for the things i need i want one thing i wanted to come through
they lived without rules they loved without fear but as the world changed so did they
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They say artists are the most lonely people alive tell me sunshine...are you feeling alone yet? the sounds of this small town ring so loud in your ears you wish you could pack your bags and move somewhere where the sun shines year round and maybe you'll find ones who understand what it's like to be you i don't think i've ever felt so alone seculsion comes in the form of a bottle and bad attitude, and resentment rides high along with the rest of my mind but i believe it was you that made me believe in everything there is to the world, including myself when the only thing that eases my pain is you... i wonder, could i do that in return? if there was a way to drag you to a view higher up i think i'd show you the world might be as pretty as you and the sun can shine bright on your hollywood face i'd reach in and take the painful memories away let you feel whats its like to feel alive, do unto you as you make me feel inside i know your dying to get out...it's not for you, and trust me i agree but soon, when your thousands of miles away from my heart, and you and i look up at the same sky... do you think theres a possiblity we might think alike? and you could forget all those bad things i used to do, and remember me as the kid who cared about nothing else but you then i'll smile as the sun shines, because it does when your in the room and wish for one second that i could posess as much beauty as you come down off my cloud, as the sky spells your name and hangs it right on top of the Hollywood sign for everyone to know that beauty and perfection now reigns above the city of plastics sign
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop†-Jack Kerouacwasteofpaint