Burn the books, we're starting over from scratch.

[burn_the_books]

Life without complications would be no life at all.
Drama is both blessing and curse in this elaborate novel, the movie of life.
Everything depends on how you see it, or don't.

These swings are empty without your life, your love.



Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road.
Stick a fork in me, I'm done.
Here I stand, served to you on a silver platter.
Your very own, state of the art, single-serving friend.
The best one that you'll ever think you didn't need.

Headstrong now, wishing I'd fall.
Sometimes, the script doesn't read right.

Here it comes, my selling-record song.
Making millions, we'll make millions.
Here it comes, my pseudo-super song.
Making millions, we'll make millions.

I promise this time will be different.
If you'll hold fast, then I won't let go.



*friends only*

Another sunset on a wasted day.
Another night comes 'round to morning.
Tongue-tied, I started slurring the words.
Whispering, talking to myself.

I need you to sing along.
Sing with me, sing me to sleep.
You rock the mic and I'll rock the moshpit.
Comment and add me.

I only want to be new sight for your sore eyes.

Love Always,
Chucks*