you'd rather be a bitch than be an ordinary broken heart.
dear diary,
it is awesome, just awesome, to be constantly reminded that you are not worth the trouble, that no one will ever care for you the way you care for them.
thank you, kyle, for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love.
absolutely nothing and other perishables,
erin
daily reading of the lyrical gospel: so you don't want to hear about my good song? and you don't want to hear about how i am getting on with all the things that i can get done. the sun is in the sky, and i am by my lonesome. so you don't want to hear about my good day? you have better things to do than to hear me say, "god, it's been a lovely day! everything is going my way. i took out the trash today, and i'm on fire..." so you don't want to hear about my good friends? you don't have the guts to take the truth or consequence. success is in the eye of the beholder, and it's looking even better over your cold shoulder. i'm not suggesting you up and line me up for questioning, but, jesus, think about the bridges you are burning. and i'm betting that, even though you knew it from the start, you'd rather be a bitch than be an ordinary broken heart. so go ahead and talk about your bad day... i want all the details of the pain and misery that you are inflicting on the others. i consider them my sisters, and i'd like their numbers. god, it's been a lovely day! everything is going my way. i took up croquet today, and i'm on fire. i picked up the pieces of my broken ego. i have finally made my peace as far as you and me go, but i'd love to have you up to see the place, and i'd like to do more than survive. i'd like to rub it in your face. hey! it's been a lovely day! everything is going my way. i had so much fun today, and i'm on fire. god, it's been a lovely day! everything's been going my way ever since you went away. hey, i'm on fire... i'm on fire... i'm on fire... so you don't want to hear about my good day? (dresden dolls- good day)
one wound up punch of intuition lays flat my whole take on us. you're the girl on the wing of a barnstormer, the tidal rabbit who came of age before her time. we could have been so good-natured if i'd relented when you insisted, but we've been backed against all nature's walls far too long. you felt abandoned by me. i recall the sunshine as you were melting. and though the comedy softens the fall, they still hear us with their ears to the wall. i sold all my evil motives. no icicles stuck in my hide. i'm through with riddles. i know we're little. just help me feel warm inside before we take this ride and let it slide into the cracks where fall and winter collide. i surrender all my gall in a song of modern love. remember you're the one who summoned me above any other kind. we could have been so good-natured if you'd relented when i insisted. we take a week off, let the garden grow by itself, and let the gluttons fill themselves with all the worst of the gory nineties. and though the comedy softens the fall, we still fall short before we take this ride and let it slide into the cracks where fall and winter collide. i surrender all my gall in a song of modern love. remember you're the one who summoned me above any other kind. (the shins- girl on the wing)
missed me, missed me, now you've got to kiss me. if you kiss me, mister, i might tell my sister. if i tell her, mister, she might tell my mother, and my mother, mister, just might tell my father, and my father, mister, he won't be too happy, and he'll have his lawyer come up from the city and arrest you, mister. so i wouldn't miss me, if you get me, mister, see? missed me, missed me, now you've got to kiss me. if you kiss me, mister, you must think i'm pretty. if you think so, mister, you must want to fuck me. if you fuck me, mister, it must mean you love me. if you love me, mister, you would never leave me. it's as simple as can be! missed me, missed me, now you've got to kiss me. if you miss me, mister, why do you keep leaving? if you trick me, mister, i will make you suffer. and they'll get you, mister, put you in the slammer and forget you, mister. then i think you'll miss me. won't you miss me? won't you miss me? missed me, missed me, now you've got to kiss me. if you kiss me, mister, take responsibility. i'm fragile, mister, just like any girl would be, and so misunderstood (so treat me delicately!). missed me, missed me, now you've gone and done it. hope you're happy in the county penitentiary. it serves you right for kissing little girls. but i will visit if you miss me. do you miss me? miss me??? how's the food they feed you? do you miss me? will you kiss me through the window? do you miss me? miss me?!? will they ever let you go? i miss my mister so!!! (dresden dolls- missed me)
i've been driving around town with my head spinning around. everywhere i look, i see your '96 jeep cherokee. you're a bully and a clown. you made me cry and put me down. after all that i've been through, you'd think i'd hate the sight of you. but with every jeep i see, my broken heart still skips a beat. i guess its just my stupid luck that all of boston drives that same black fucking truck. it could be him, or am i tripping? and i'm crashing into everything and thinking about skipping town a while until these cars go out of style... i try to see it in reverse. it makes the situation hundreds of times worse when i wonder if it makes you want to cry every time you see a light blue volvo driving by. so don't tell me that you're off to see the world. i know you won't get very far. don't call me if you get another girl, baby. just call me if you get another car. the number of them is insane. every exit's an exboyfriend memory lane. every major street's a minor heart attack. i see a red jeep, and i want to paint it black. it could be him, or am i tripping? and i'm crashing into everything. i can't wait til you trade that fucker in. by then, they will have stuck me in the loony bin. it could be him. my heart is pounding. it's just no use. i'm surrounded. but, someday, i'll steal your car and switch the gears and drive that cherokee straight off this trail of tears. (dresden dolls- the jeep song)
his goal in life was to be an echo, riding alone, town after town, toll after toll, a fixed bayonet through the great southwest to forget her. she appears in his dreams, but, in his car and in his arms, a dream can mean anything. a cheap sunset on a television set can upset her, but he never could. remember to remember me standing still in your past, floating fast like a hummingbird. his goal in life was to be an echo, the type of sound that floats around and then back down like a feather, but, in the deep chrome canyons of the loudest manhattans, no one could hear him or anything. so he slept on a mountain in a sleeping bag underneath the stars. he would lie awake and count them, and the gray fountain spray of the great milky way would never let him die alone. remember to remember me standing still in your past, floating fast like a hummingbird. remember to remember me standing still in your past, floating fast like a hummingbird, a hummingbird, a hummingbird. (wilco- hummingbird)
i could make a dress, a robe fit for a prince. i could clothe a continent, but i can't sew a stitch. i can paint my face and stand very, very still. it's not very practical, but it still pays the bills. i can't change my name, but i could be your type. i can dance and win at games like backgammon and life. i used to be the smart one, sharp as a tack. funny how that skipping years ahead has held me back. i used to be the bright one, top in my class. funny what they give you when you just learn how to ask. i can write a song, but i can't sing in key. i can play piano, but i never learned to read. i can't trap a mouse, but i can pet a cat. no, i'm really serious! i'm really very good at that. i can't fix a car, but i can fix a flat. i could fix a lot of things, but i'd rather not get into that. i used to be the bright one, smart as a whip. funny how you slip so far when teachers don't keep track of it. i used to be the tight one, the perfect fit. funny how those compliments can make you feel so full of it. i can shuffle, cut, and deal, but i can't draw a hand. i can't draw a lot of things. i hope you understand. i'm not exceptionally shy, but i've never had a man that i could look straight in the eye and tell my secret plans. i can take a vow, and i can wear a ring, and i can make you promises, but they won't mean a thing. can't you do it for me? i'll pay you well. fuck, i'll pay you anything if you could end this. can't you just fix it for me? it's gone berserk... fuck, i'll give you anything if you can make the damn thing work. can't you just fix it for me? i'll pay you well. fuck, i'll pay you anything if you can end this. hello, i love you. will you tell me your name? hello, i'm good for nothing. will you love me just the same? (dresden dolls- the perfect fit)
it is awesome, just awesome, to be constantly reminded that you are not worth the trouble, that no one will ever care for you the way you care for them.
thank you, kyle, for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love.
absolutely nothing and other perishables,
erin
daily reading of the lyrical gospel: so you don't want to hear about my good song? and you don't want to hear about how i am getting on with all the things that i can get done. the sun is in the sky, and i am by my lonesome. so you don't want to hear about my good day? you have better things to do than to hear me say, "god, it's been a lovely day! everything is going my way. i took out the trash today, and i'm on fire..." so you don't want to hear about my good friends? you don't have the guts to take the truth or consequence. success is in the eye of the beholder, and it's looking even better over your cold shoulder. i'm not suggesting you up and line me up for questioning, but, jesus, think about the bridges you are burning. and i'm betting that, even though you knew it from the start, you'd rather be a bitch than be an ordinary broken heart. so go ahead and talk about your bad day... i want all the details of the pain and misery that you are inflicting on the others. i consider them my sisters, and i'd like their numbers. god, it's been a lovely day! everything is going my way. i took up croquet today, and i'm on fire. i picked up the pieces of my broken ego. i have finally made my peace as far as you and me go, but i'd love to have you up to see the place, and i'd like to do more than survive. i'd like to rub it in your face. hey! it's been a lovely day! everything is going my way. i had so much fun today, and i'm on fire. god, it's been a lovely day! everything's been going my way ever since you went away. hey, i'm on fire... i'm on fire... i'm on fire... so you don't want to hear about my good day? (dresden dolls- good day)
one wound up punch of intuition lays flat my whole take on us. you're the girl on the wing of a barnstormer, the tidal rabbit who came of age before her time. we could have been so good-natured if i'd relented when you insisted, but we've been backed against all nature's walls far too long. you felt abandoned by me. i recall the sunshine as you were melting. and though the comedy softens the fall, they still hear us with their ears to the wall. i sold all my evil motives. no icicles stuck in my hide. i'm through with riddles. i know we're little. just help me feel warm inside before we take this ride and let it slide into the cracks where fall and winter collide. i surrender all my gall in a song of modern love. remember you're the one who summoned me above any other kind. we could have been so good-natured if you'd relented when i insisted. we take a week off, let the garden grow by itself, and let the gluttons fill themselves with all the worst of the gory nineties. and though the comedy softens the fall, we still fall short before we take this ride and let it slide into the cracks where fall and winter collide. i surrender all my gall in a song of modern love. remember you're the one who summoned me above any other kind. (the shins- girl on the wing)
missed me, missed me, now you've got to kiss me. if you kiss me, mister, i might tell my sister. if i tell her, mister, she might tell my mother, and my mother, mister, just might tell my father, and my father, mister, he won't be too happy, and he'll have his lawyer come up from the city and arrest you, mister. so i wouldn't miss me, if you get me, mister, see? missed me, missed me, now you've got to kiss me. if you kiss me, mister, you must think i'm pretty. if you think so, mister, you must want to fuck me. if you fuck me, mister, it must mean you love me. if you love me, mister, you would never leave me. it's as simple as can be! missed me, missed me, now you've got to kiss me. if you miss me, mister, why do you keep leaving? if you trick me, mister, i will make you suffer. and they'll get you, mister, put you in the slammer and forget you, mister. then i think you'll miss me. won't you miss me? won't you miss me? missed me, missed me, now you've got to kiss me. if you kiss me, mister, take responsibility. i'm fragile, mister, just like any girl would be, and so misunderstood (so treat me delicately!). missed me, missed me, now you've gone and done it. hope you're happy in the county penitentiary. it serves you right for kissing little girls. but i will visit if you miss me. do you miss me? miss me??? how's the food they feed you? do you miss me? will you kiss me through the window? do you miss me? miss me?!? will they ever let you go? i miss my mister so!!! (dresden dolls- missed me)
i've been driving around town with my head spinning around. everywhere i look, i see your '96 jeep cherokee. you're a bully and a clown. you made me cry and put me down. after all that i've been through, you'd think i'd hate the sight of you. but with every jeep i see, my broken heart still skips a beat. i guess its just my stupid luck that all of boston drives that same black fucking truck. it could be him, or am i tripping? and i'm crashing into everything and thinking about skipping town a while until these cars go out of style... i try to see it in reverse. it makes the situation hundreds of times worse when i wonder if it makes you want to cry every time you see a light blue volvo driving by. so don't tell me that you're off to see the world. i know you won't get very far. don't call me if you get another girl, baby. just call me if you get another car. the number of them is insane. every exit's an exboyfriend memory lane. every major street's a minor heart attack. i see a red jeep, and i want to paint it black. it could be him, or am i tripping? and i'm crashing into everything. i can't wait til you trade that fucker in. by then, they will have stuck me in the loony bin. it could be him. my heart is pounding. it's just no use. i'm surrounded. but, someday, i'll steal your car and switch the gears and drive that cherokee straight off this trail of tears. (dresden dolls- the jeep song)
his goal in life was to be an echo, riding alone, town after town, toll after toll, a fixed bayonet through the great southwest to forget her. she appears in his dreams, but, in his car and in his arms, a dream can mean anything. a cheap sunset on a television set can upset her, but he never could. remember to remember me standing still in your past, floating fast like a hummingbird. his goal in life was to be an echo, the type of sound that floats around and then back down like a feather, but, in the deep chrome canyons of the loudest manhattans, no one could hear him or anything. so he slept on a mountain in a sleeping bag underneath the stars. he would lie awake and count them, and the gray fountain spray of the great milky way would never let him die alone. remember to remember me standing still in your past, floating fast like a hummingbird. remember to remember me standing still in your past, floating fast like a hummingbird, a hummingbird, a hummingbird. (wilco- hummingbird)
i could make a dress, a robe fit for a prince. i could clothe a continent, but i can't sew a stitch. i can paint my face and stand very, very still. it's not very practical, but it still pays the bills. i can't change my name, but i could be your type. i can dance and win at games like backgammon and life. i used to be the smart one, sharp as a tack. funny how that skipping years ahead has held me back. i used to be the bright one, top in my class. funny what they give you when you just learn how to ask. i can write a song, but i can't sing in key. i can play piano, but i never learned to read. i can't trap a mouse, but i can pet a cat. no, i'm really serious! i'm really very good at that. i can't fix a car, but i can fix a flat. i could fix a lot of things, but i'd rather not get into that. i used to be the bright one, smart as a whip. funny how you slip so far when teachers don't keep track of it. i used to be the tight one, the perfect fit. funny how those compliments can make you feel so full of it. i can shuffle, cut, and deal, but i can't draw a hand. i can't draw a lot of things. i hope you understand. i'm not exceptionally shy, but i've never had a man that i could look straight in the eye and tell my secret plans. i can take a vow, and i can wear a ring, and i can make you promises, but they won't mean a thing. can't you do it for me? i'll pay you well. fuck, i'll pay you anything if you could end this. can't you just fix it for me? it's gone berserk... fuck, i'll give you anything if you can make the damn thing work. can't you just fix it for me? i'll pay you well. fuck, i'll pay you anything if you can end this. hello, i love you. will you tell me your name? hello, i'm good for nothing. will you love me just the same? (dresden dolls- the perfect fit)