Monthly Archives: February 2006
Last night I dreamed I was torturedI couldn’t move as my enemies held me downAnd scraped at my skin with stapesAnd with clean metal nails they scratched at my skinLike they were opening a can of soft drinkAnd I bled and bled and bled
It’s terrible thatThe only times you’re nice to meIs when I’m feeling terrible.
It’s the good times that I want to shareNot the bad times when you don’t care
Ring the bellTo start a fight
I don’t wanna talk about the futureIn a country that is living in the pastYou’re wishing, waiting for another ’54And all you do is talk about before
Smoking on the bathroom floorthe album blaring outbreaking stufflooking at my reflection a lotall that mess.
I want to cook for someone, I want to send silly text messages to someone, I want the first thing I see in the morning to be a sleepy face, I want to see a pretty girl wearing one of my jackets, I want to wait on street corners for minutes that seem like hours […]
I wish I could snap my fingers and turn your life around… But one day you’re going to find I did that and didn’t tell you.
from my lifeand too softFor a wife I know I’ll never have. – P. Andrews
We can’t go on together…we just fight and fight and we wonder because we can’t read eachother’s minds of myabe language gets in our way but we try so hard and it just doesn’t click anymore and it could be so great but it just isn’t anymore and it’s an honest mistake that we misread […]