November 2010
Letters to you.
i love you. we’ll just put that one out there for starters. i love you so much it makes my eyes cross. but this is killing me. i can’t think. i can’t sleep. i can’t wright. i can’t feel anything except when i’m with you. i’m emotionless any other time, but when i’m with you i brighten up so much. you make me so happy. but knowing you’re with...
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Anonymous asked: Why do you kick so much ass?
Dope Smoker
its hard to not be a drinker
when you’re as thirsty as this
ice cold OJ, are those tostidos???
know that i cant resist
cuz i got some bitchin’ cottonmouth
and could drink the ocean dry
dont know how i can think
because im so fuckin’ high
bring the wii and super smash
my kirby game is the shit
so baked tomorrow i’ll crash
from all the bongs that we hit
mistake...
You wrote in sharpie, i brought white out.
i write like a hornet that stings like ali
and im telling you, not all these songs have to scream
but the twist of song is like making love free
cuz im sure as hell thats what the other boys mean.
my pen is the gun
thats already been said
but the letters are shaped as grenades
and the cut of my words are just like razor blades and they’re killing you
as they roll off the page.
i...
Dismal Make Believe
these walls are closing in on their owner
this sickening feeling is coming from the heater
im socially sick and even better yet
im a butterfly trapped in his cage
i see things that aren’t really there
i see his fingers running through your hair
i see your smile, and im thinking all the while
about how i just cant get my mind on straight
make sure
the locks are locked and the belts...
If only
i need you like a bird needs to fly
in july, where its warm, when the kids all get high
in the park after dark in the sweet summer sky
summer skin, summer sweat, when the streets were downpour dry
we loved and we laughed, in those days long since passed
when the dogs started barking and the cats didn’t last
where the lake was as cold as the wind in the grass
and you never felt this...
I Want To Kill The Radio
Cuz every single pop song reminds me of how much i miss you and how much i hate myself for this.
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The Writer
i am the writer
with a fresh, new wound
a big heart thats broken,
as big as this room
i am the writer
i’ll bleed a pen dry
with a silver strop razor
i go on standby
i am the writer
i fall to the floor
living isn’t worth
this pain anymore
i am the writer
in the hospital room
the IV is dripping
my band aids soaked through
i am the writer
i fall fast asleep
i feel your...
