'I'm waking up all alone.'
Ah, well, another day has past and again, nothing worth talking about has happened.
I want a car and my temp. I hate sitting around here all day listening to music, day-dreaming. I think about things that I would rather just not think about, it's not heathly [so they say.] I think about the past, the future, people, drama. Even if I didn't have any place to go or do, driving takes concentration and just driving around would keep me from thinking so much.
Hell, I think a trip to Wal*mart would be nice, real nice. I could make a list of things that I want.
A car, though is far from my reach right now. A temp doesn't seem to be too close along the time-line, either since my mother would rather throw me off the edge of a cliff herself than let me have the possibilty of rolling off myself. That, though, would end up in a battle of the parents if she decides to speak up when the time comes. I can tell you, though, that I'm not waiting until I'm 17 to get my temp [like my sister did, and like my mother wants me to do.]
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I really like my A.T. CD's. I haven't listened to the second one as much as the first, but the first has so many songs I like.
Yeah, that's about all. Here's some lyrics. Good-night.
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"waking up next to nothing after dreaming of you and me
I'm waking up all alone, waking up so relieved
while you're taking your time with apologies,
I'm making my plans for revenge...
I've got a big fat fuckin' bone to pick with you my darling
In case you haven't heard I'm sick and tired of trying"
"all you've been asking for has been placed in front of you. the headaches, the shaking, the boredom the boardroom brings. you're scratching at itching, brought by the spiders beneath your skin. the answer in question is over before it begins. hey there sleepy smile, i see you've brought your bedroom eyes. not assuming you wanna keep 'em. i'm assuming you reckon you won't. nothing to see here but the rain. there's nothing to hold you but the flames."
"Fuck you Aurora, you took my only friend.
You won't catch me behind the wheel
Of a Chrysler ever again.
My, my what a mess we've made
Of our precious little lives these days.
It appears a big fucking tornado has twisted us up recently.
Best wishes have been made for you.
You never had no say it's true.
You have to be the cutest gravedigger I've ever seen."
"you're the queen of pain.
Controlling with my mood temps,
Staring at my shoes while running away, way.
Drowning myself is a game I play.
Drown myself away"
"take your wings outside, you can't fly in here. besides, a purple sky is better soaring for you my angel. you're angel, you little devil. as for me i'll stay inside. i'll be just fine and i'll watch from the window. cannot categorize the nature of this sickness. a miracle that you're alive. stuck to the roof of my mouth with a staple. remember last april when we saw u.s. maple? somehow the singer showed the fireside exactly how i feel."
I want a car and my temp. I hate sitting around here all day listening to music, day-dreaming. I think about things that I would rather just not think about, it's not heathly [so they say.] I think about the past, the future, people, drama. Even if I didn't have any place to go or do, driving takes concentration and just driving around would keep me from thinking so much.
Hell, I think a trip to Wal*mart would be nice, real nice. I could make a list of things that I want.
A car, though is far from my reach right now. A temp doesn't seem to be too close along the time-line, either since my mother would rather throw me off the edge of a cliff herself than let me have the possibilty of rolling off myself. That, though, would end up in a battle of the parents if she decides to speak up when the time comes. I can tell you, though, that I'm not waiting until I'm 17 to get my temp [like my sister did, and like my mother wants me to do.]
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I really like my A.T. CD's. I haven't listened to the second one as much as the first, but the first has so many songs I like.
Yeah, that's about all. Here's some lyrics. Good-night.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"waking up next to nothing after dreaming of you and me
I'm waking up all alone, waking up so relieved
while you're taking your time with apologies,
I'm making my plans for revenge...
I've got a big fat fuckin' bone to pick with you my darling
In case you haven't heard I'm sick and tired of trying"
"all you've been asking for has been placed in front of you. the headaches, the shaking, the boredom the boardroom brings. you're scratching at itching, brought by the spiders beneath your skin. the answer in question is over before it begins. hey there sleepy smile, i see you've brought your bedroom eyes. not assuming you wanna keep 'em. i'm assuming you reckon you won't. nothing to see here but the rain. there's nothing to hold you but the flames."
"Fuck you Aurora, you took my only friend.
You won't catch me behind the wheel
Of a Chrysler ever again.
My, my what a mess we've made
Of our precious little lives these days.
It appears a big fucking tornado has twisted us up recently.
Best wishes have been made for you.
You never had no say it's true.
You have to be the cutest gravedigger I've ever seen."
"you're the queen of pain.
Controlling with my mood temps,
Staring at my shoes while running away, way.
Drowning myself is a game I play.
Drown myself away"
"take your wings outside, you can't fly in here. besides, a purple sky is better soaring for you my angel. you're angel, you little devil. as for me i'll stay inside. i'll be just fine and i'll watch from the window. cannot categorize the nature of this sickness. a miracle that you're alive. stuck to the roof of my mouth with a staple. remember last april when we saw u.s. maple? somehow the singer showed the fireside exactly how i feel."