And now we speak with ruined tounges
and the words we speak aren't meant for anyone.
All I know is that I haven't felt this lost and deep under water since you know who.
And it was only a kiss, it was only a kiss. Or one of several, at least.
But hearing you sing and watching you do that thing with your eyes back and forth
could make a girl want to fall in love... with a bottle of rum... in the bitter wind... of a starry night.
A good liar could kiss you like it's real. And knowing it's a lie, you wouldn't care.
I can hear it calling me the way it used to do,
I CAN HEAR IT CALLING ME BACK HOMEI hate cheking my phone to see if it's you. [it isn't.]I used to count the days but I've stopped now. [A month and ten days.]I keep calling expecting the words to come but they...Crying everyday andSo you know, when I called and you told me you hate the sound of my voice,when you said that it's gone that it's gone that it's gone that it's goneStill killing me, it felt nice to hear your voice.
Still, why would you call and "clarify" once again?
Still thinking of every thing I should have said but I didn't.
I'm still thinking of every thing I have done but I shouldn't.
I want to love you til the end of the world.
And now, since you're[it's] gone, here's my chance.
...........
Revolving doors of rehab
and it's crazy on the loose.
The perks of being eighteen,
R I G H T ?
The world is my ashtray..
Can't sleep.Everyone I've pushed out of my life lives in my head after dark.
I hope I don't breathe til daylight.
I want to see the moonlight and kiss you.
I want to shave away all the lies I told your pleading eyes.
I lied even when I wasn't trying to.
I still don't understand it.
Crawling into his bed wasn't the intention. Or was it or was it.
I'm so confused because I thought I've loved you this whole time.
If I loved you why did I do it?
Why?
I hope youre happy I hope youre happy.
I want you in my life right here right here and now and now
but then I why how can this have happened.
Now you're there and I'm scared that you'll dissapear
even though you should because we should never see eachother again
though I want to though I want to. I won't ever see you again?
HOME sick
I realized Round Rock couldn't keep you.The last time I saw you we were yelling. I didn't want you to go.The last time we talked I was begging. Crying. Now you live in New Mexico.Which leads me to believe that soon you're number will change,and cancel Austin's phone...at which point I can't call youforced to leave you alone.
September Fourteenth
headlights illuminating the life around me
the lightning shows what's REAL in the dark.
screaming outloud because I'm lonely,
AM I THE MIDDLE OF YOUR PARTED SEA?
THE APPLE YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO EAT?
I'm feeling the nails, I'm feeling them, I FEEL THEM.
Walking, seeing sober;
This is life without a drink,
no haze, no phase...the lying truth.
blindingcolors , blinkingeyes,
thunderroaring ,
bleeding
skies.
No hero in her sky..
AND SO IT IS...
he said ...he said ... you both said.
WIN. WIN.
We will have what we've all been wanting.
I know all about trust and the lack of it.
I know what you said, how you wanted it.
And now it's gone 'cause you flaunted it.
Time is like a broken watch...
[No, we can't get away. Maybe you should try to fight.]
Waking up to the same sun spilling under the cracks of doors closed tight.No matter how tightly I close them, there will always be the sun.No matter tightly I hold them, there will always be another one.
What you wish for won't come true...
"I invited these bitches to the show because I thought she'd be here. Wanted to make her jealous"
So your not drinking anymore, so your not getting high, except..
I'll bet you get high from giving The Eye
across meetings where I try to stay sane.
People in pain, sobing, trying, dying
and all you can think to do is lead me into your inevidable l[ie/]ying bed.
Whatever your intentions, [cruel]
A girl not made a fool,
rather, the boy who c a n ' t s t o p l y i n g ,
a girl, a night spent crying.
"Ya'll are like vinegar and water"
A good friend going away // I love her, but this is for the best // Hopefully we'll both make it.
Thanks for mistakes, no regret.
The haze clears from your eyes on a sunday....
Lazy Sunday turns not-so boring.
Tanning with South Africans,
drinking wine since conception,
and long London talks about the weather.
Do you think you can tell?
Recently acquired insomnia,
Carson Daily has a late night talk show
[?],
and despite wanting to admit it,
I like Sleepless in Seattle.It seems I am alone,
and even in a crowded,
clouded room I feel nothing
but the weight of
my...the world's problems on my head.
Shutting my eyes would be a disservice to the infomercial about
treadmills..."If it worked for me, it can work for you!"says the 25 year old muscle who hasnt left the gym in ten years.Writing is slow, lacking luster like eyes once raging,
sea colored..now
see-through and wonderless.
