Thursday, July 29, 2010

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.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

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.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

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.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

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

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Here we fucking go again.

It's hit or miss, up or down, silence or screaming.
I hate you.
I hate the way you laugh.
I hate seeing you smile.
I hate seeing you around my town.
I hate hearing your voice on that fucking stage.
I hate the way you still leave me high and dry.
I hate the way I still trip over every pretty thing you say.
I hate you.
I hate the way I still love you after wasting so much time in my life.
I hate the way you fucked me over.
I hate the fact that I still want you more than anyone.
I hate your t-shirts.
I hate your excuses.
I hate how beautiful you are to me.
I hate the way you make me feel.
I hate the way you ignore me.
I hate the how the next day I get the best texts from you.
And I hate how 2 hours later, I stop hearing from you for the next month.
I hate the way you consume my thoughts.
I hate the way you cheated on me.
I hate the way you've ruined Brand New, American Football, and "Emily," for me.
And ultimately, I hate you.
I hate that I can't get over you.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

What did you learn tonight?
You're shouting so loud.
You're a voice that never sings.