you said i tasted famous, so i drew you a heart.

[canibeyournimoy]

two great things just happened. my dad just walked in and gave me forty-eight dollars. then, fuse played stinkfist. good. we will do a cover of one by three dog night. we did a cover of toys 'r' us kids. it could kick your mother's ass into a coma. vocal melodies are difficult. we almost have one song finished. it is called inspiration for the mentally unstable.

"Inspiration for the Mentally Unstable"

I'll grit my teeth, and wave goodbye.
I can't hold in a tear, but I can fake a smile.
My emotions are dying. You control them.
I cannot stop crying. I saw you hold him.
You're still holding the gun,
And I'm not going to run.
I'll fake the blood, if you fake the gunshot scream,
And I'm still trying to make sense of what that means.
Nothing I say and nothing I write down makes sense to me.
Things are so great. Things are so bad. Do you understand this?
Because I don't understand anything.
I'm dancing with the shadows that you left on my doorstep.
The way your hair smells and the way your lips taste.
I forgot what I was saying. I forgot your middle name.
You're so funny when I catch you off-guard.
The way all you were wearing was that yellow towel and a smile.
I still fall asleep with you and you still fall asleep with him.
You always liked the way he wore his pants,
And love has always been a hard word for you to say.
I liked thinking that I was the only one who knew about that freckle.
Do I still make you happy, or atleast what you left behind?
This whole thing is slowly losing all meaning,
And I wish I could hug an aura.