Wound Up

Nothing's gonna happen, I think I'll be just fine.
Made up stories, they mean nothing - wasted fuckin time.
Goes in one ear and out the other, I don't fucking care.
In your perfect little world, no one can touch you there.
Too much talk - I'm sick of it.
I can't believe you don't see I don't give a shit.
Made up in your mind, lies lies lies!
You wanna see me lose?
Get in fucking line.
Too much talk - I'm sick of it,
I can't believe you don't see I don't give a shit.
Are you done?
Heard it before.
Goodbye.

I'm standing on the edge of morning, scent of sex and New Found Glory playing as I'm pulling back my hair.
Used again, but nothing's different.


Close your eyes...
Don't forget I'll hold your hand.
Watch the night sky fading red.

Life Is In The Air

This is more than a pulse beneath my wrists or a beat beneath my ribs.

Words of hope

Give me a glass of whatever you've got.

I fell apart in your arms.
I felt free, because of the things you told me.

I feel this way every single time.
One after another.
It never seems right once I say "yes."