Arrival.
Well today was a good day, i went to jeremys after school and skated with nathan, jer, mike, ross, and gabe. We had fun, but i was only there for an hour because i need to study my geometry for the finals...yikes, if i dont raise my grade, im screwed! :::C-::: So anyways i got my new CD player today, its a pretty nice Panasonic, and i also burned myself a new copy of the fall out boy CD which is also pretty shnazzy. I think everything will be ok. Well this upcoming memorial day weekend, im pretty much fucked! Yep me and the family are going to good ol' Wisconsin Dells. I've already been there, whats the point of going again? Well anyways i hope everyone else has a good weekend... fuckin A'. Now i present you with some Alkaline trio lyrics off their new album ,which is quite enjoyable, Good Mourning.
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-This Could Be Love
I've got a book of matches
I've got a can of kerosene
I've got some bright ideas involving you and me
I don't blame you for walking away
I'd do the same if I saw me
I shat the bed and laid there in it
Thinking of you wide awake for days
Wide awake for days
And I found you tongue-tied in my twisted little brain
You couldn't crack a smile
I didn't catch your name
I don't blame you for walking away
I'd do the same if I saw me
I swear it's not contagious
In four short steps we can erase this
Step one -- slit my throat
Step two -- play in my blood
Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
Step four -- stop off at Edgebrook Creek and rinse those crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one
I'm like a broken record
I've got a needle scratching me
It injects the poison of alcohol I.V.
I don't blame you for walking away
I'd do the same if I saw me
I swear it's not contagious
I swear to God it's not contagious
Step one -- slit my throat
Step two -- play in my blood
Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
Step four -- stop off at Lake Michigan and rinse those crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one
This could be love - love for fire
This could be love - love for fire
This could be love - love for fire
This could be love for fire forevermore
Step one -- slit my throat
Step two -- play in my blood
Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
Step four -- stop off at Berkeley Marina and rinse those crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one
One by one
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-This Could Be Love
I've got a book of matches
I've got a can of kerosene
I've got some bright ideas involving you and me
I don't blame you for walking away
I'd do the same if I saw me
I shat the bed and laid there in it
Thinking of you wide awake for days
Wide awake for days
And I found you tongue-tied in my twisted little brain
You couldn't crack a smile
I didn't catch your name
I don't blame you for walking away
I'd do the same if I saw me
I swear it's not contagious
In four short steps we can erase this
Step one -- slit my throat
Step two -- play in my blood
Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
Step four -- stop off at Edgebrook Creek and rinse those crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one
I'm like a broken record
I've got a needle scratching me
It injects the poison of alcohol I.V.
I don't blame you for walking away
I'd do the same if I saw me
I swear it's not contagious
I swear to God it's not contagious
Step one -- slit my throat
Step two -- play in my blood
Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
Step four -- stop off at Lake Michigan and rinse those crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one
This could be love - love for fire
This could be love - love for fire
This could be love - love for fire
This could be love for fire forevermore
Step one -- slit my throat
Step two -- play in my blood
Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
Step four -- stop off at Berkeley Marina and rinse those crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one
One by one