Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
I'm such a fag.
Just like a star across my sky, just like an angel off the page, you have appeared to my life, feel like I'll never be the same. Just like a song in my heart, just like oil on my hands...Still I wonder why it is? I don't argue like this with anyone but you. We do it all the time, blowing out my mind...You've got this look I can't describe. You make me feel like I'm alive. When everything else is au fait, without a doubt you're on my side...Now I have come to understand the way it is. It's not a secret anymore 'cause we've been through that before. From tonight I know that you're the only one. I've been confused and in the dark, now I understand. Still, I wonder why it is? I wont let my guard down for anyone but you...
gayyyy. but I love it (:
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
I'm sorry
Two words I always think after you've gone when I realize I was acting all wrong. So selfish. Two words that could describe actions of mine when patience is in short supply. We don't need to say goodbye. We don't need to fight and cry. We could hold each other tight tonight. We're so helpless. We're slaves to our impulses. We're afraid of our emotions &no one knows where the shore is. We're divided by the ocean &the only thing I know is that the answer isn't for us. No the answer isn't for us.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
def an all time fav
The absence of God will bring you comfort, baby&planning's for the poor so let's pretend that we're rich&I'm not my body or how I choose to destroy it. Folk singers sing songs for the working, baby. We're just recreation for all those doctors and lawyers. There's no relief for the bleeding heart 'cause they'll be losing bodies tonight&Rob says you love, love, love and then you die. I've watched him while sleeping and seen him crying with closed eyes&you're not happy but you're funny and I'm tripping over my joy but I just keep on getting up again. We could be daytime drunks if we wanted, we'd never get anything done that way baby&we'd still be ruled by our dueling perspectives&I'm not my perspective or the lies I'll tell you every time&Morgan says, maybe love won't let you down. All of your failures are training grounds& just as your back's turned you'll be surprised, she says, as your
solitude subsides&Mike I'll teach you how to swim if you turn the bad in me into good again&I say there's trouble when everything is fine. The need to destroy things creeps up on me every time. Just as love's silhouette appears I close my eyes and disappear tonight&something's got to change 'cause our love's the slowest moving train.
solitude subsides&Mike I'll teach you how to swim if you turn the bad in me into good again&I say there's trouble when everything is fine. The need to destroy things creeps up on me every time. Just as love's silhouette appears I close my eyes and disappear tonight&something's got to change 'cause our love's the slowest moving train.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Oh Jenny Lewis
something is changing inside of me
colors seem darker in light
and i don't know what that means
but it's not a good sign
you can just add them up
then you could memorize prehistoric bones
all of those old memories you can push them out and prep yourself for brand new information
don't deconstruct and then fill me in
i'm not that basic i swear
i've had enough of break downs and diagrams
colors seem darker in light
and i don't know what that means
but it's not a good sign
you can just add them up
then you could memorize prehistoric bones
all of those old memories you can push them out and prep yourself for brand new information
don't deconstruct and then fill me in
i'm not that basic i swear
i've had enough of break downs and diagrams
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
You'll get your money;
I'll get my friends. Hard living's forgiven in the end. You got your troubles; I got mine. On a clear day I can read your mind. It's like a battlefield inside. Youve got to give a little love to get a little love. I know you better than you want me to. Inside your pockets &walking in your shoes. It can get better if you try. I keep you close in my wildest dreams. My rear-view mirror &you're waving to me, our last goodbye. I hope you give a little love to get a little love.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
I hate myself
more than I ever let on. I'm burned out at 22. I lived too fast and I loved too much and I'll die too young, but I chose this cup that I drank from. Knew what I was getting into. But I couldn't let out what I had to keep in. I'm ashamed of myself and unspeakable sins that I've committed and I've made mistakes, but I'll find my way. There's no explanation for the things I've failed at before. They can't hold my hand. It just hurts to be a woman through the tortures of the damned. If I only had an axe, I'd sever the ties I've made with the world. Maybe I can be a stranger, in a strange place. If I start now, maybe I can be saved. If I only had a mask, I'd cover these bleeding eyes. They're bloodshot now but they'll be black by dawn. If I wake up now, I can be pure again. Look at me now, I'm on the tracks with my back towards the last train leaving town.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
You guise have no idea
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
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