If I could do just one near perfect thing I'd be happy |
Oh, can't you tell?
I'm alive for the very first timeGranted a wish, this one's for realTheir smiles were all born from mineSpread like wildfire, the joy we all feel
I'm doing it right now, this tim...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Mar 2007 20:34:00 GMT |
I'm too weak to be your cure |
Nothing is sweeterthan the love of twobroken by a thirdand a fourtha popfly easily caughtand just as easily droppedby clumsy handsa man finally confessinghis love to a strangerthen getting on the trai...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Dec 2006 13:40:00 GMT |
In the living room when you kissed my neck / And I almost touched your blouse |
Sometimes you just can't put everything into words. It happens to me alot. That's why I write. But everything seems to come out the same. I don't know why. Maybe these four walls are closing in on me....
Posted by on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 13:33:00 GMT |
This could be my one chance to take back no regrets |
I'm not popular, not so coolNot smooth with the ladiesNot good at everythingDon't have the greatest bodyI can't think of the right things to sayAnd if I do, it's always to lateWomen never love meNot w...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Oct 2006 23:43:00 GMT |
I'm just a kid, but I'll pretend |
When you wake up next to himDo you ever think of meOf all I gave up for youOr do you just get into the showerMaybe kiss him on the lips beforeAnd tell him how much you love himAm I just a convenienceA...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Oct 2006 06:10:00 GMT |
There's no magic in the breakdown, baby. |
It's a time for fresh beginnings. I feel as though I've started anew. I went on vacation for a week and a half back in Kenosha and when I returned everything's changed. I've moved back in with my...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Sep 2006 16:33:00 GMT |
I've had it with you and Mexico can fucking wait. |
Whitewash by Dan Fountain
Each snowflake a mistakeWeighing down on my chestReminders of the pastAn avalanche of regrets
Six feet of solid iceA makeshift grave tonight
Frost will kiss my lipsAnd teach ...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Jul 2006 18:30:00 GMT |
It's ladies night, all the girls drink for free |
This must be how a statue feels. All eyes are front and center. Everyone comments on how marvelous of a spectacle it is, but it's just plaster. Underneath is all the cracks, all the flaws. The statue ...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Jul 2006 20:54:00 GMT |
A sin that fed my children and burned my smiles and cigarettes |
Dear Santa,
People are weird. They think they know you after hanging out with you twice. Even if you act the same in a different enviroment they freak out.
What's wrong? Is something the matter?
No,...
Posted by on Thu, 11 May 2006 20:42:00 GMT |
