I want to say that I hate you...
Alright I havn't updated in a while yet again. Last Friday was the Krome show. It went very well, Idolize Magazine(the one who did the interview on us) was there and took some pictures of the set. Thank you to her, now we will soon have some quality live pics. Tomorrow is RockFest at Union High. Also appearing there: A Match Like Memory, BEDlight for blueEYES, Three Under Six, One Step Away and Sunrise Over Central. Doors@6!!! the tickets are WRONG if you have them. hmm...Well today I have off from school and I also do tomorrow. Matty's coming over later so we can play a little acoustic jam. Then regular practice tonight. We just finished a new song. It sounds pretty cool. You will hear it at rockfest, so keep your ears open. I wrote a few things, I'll leave them here.
"Conventions"
Here we sit and stand
at broken conventions
front doors that never end
as we try stepping in.
We won't get through
to better times or you.
as we're starting to lose
concentration on the fuse.
that's blowing this to pieces
it's destroying perfect places,
the few we had left.
you'll destroy the perfect places
until your very last breath.
Conversation is flying.
smalltalk is arriving.
perfect, motionless timing
destroying desperate trying.
We won't get through
to better times or you.
as we're starting to lose
concentration on the fuse.
that's blowing this to pieces
it's destroying perfect places,
the few we had left.
you'll destroy the perfect places
until your very last breath.
We're running away.
Right into decoys.
There's nothing to say.
There is no noise.
We won't get through
to better times or you.
as we're starting to lose
concentration on the fuse.
that's blowing this to pieces
it's destroying perfect places,
the few we had left.
you'll destroy the perfect places
until your very last breath.
Shred these notes
that are giving us up
the words you spoke
are holding us up.
into walls of what we hate.
trying to avoid mistakes.
but it's uncontrollable fate.
we can't stop this from taking place.
We won't get through
to better times or you.
as we're starting to lose
concentration on the fuse.
that's blowing this to pieces
it's destroying perfect places,
the few we had left.
you'll destroy the perfect places
until your very last breath.
destroy our perfect places. there's nothing left to say. it's all fallen to pieces. there's nothing left to say.
and this is just a poem...
Bundle up cuz we're in between, your ice age of cheating scenes. You are far colder then anything, anywhere i've ever been. I'm going to freeze, in the images i wish i didn't believe...and isn't this a horrible state? that you've been so proud to create. open details, wider the your eyes, when i caught you under the night sky. Wasn't it a wonderful shock. and wonder, is my companion. it's the only thing you left, in past months learning to accept. you may not ever catch, these feelings i grabbed from you. Obviously untruthful, and truthfully i'm so full, and can't stomache another turn. This ride is ending tonight, as our story slowly burns, as it's dieing out, i'm feeling all the warmth, rush from my body to the air. it's cold, i'll bundle up. you're so cold i'll bundle up. winter never hurt so much. we're broken.
hope|broken
much<33delia
"Conventions"
Here we sit and stand
at broken conventions
front doors that never end
as we try stepping in.
We won't get through
to better times or you.
as we're starting to lose
concentration on the fuse.
that's blowing this to pieces
it's destroying perfect places,
the few we had left.
you'll destroy the perfect places
until your very last breath.
Conversation is flying.
smalltalk is arriving.
perfect, motionless timing
destroying desperate trying.
We won't get through
to better times or you.
as we're starting to lose
concentration on the fuse.
that's blowing this to pieces
it's destroying perfect places,
the few we had left.
you'll destroy the perfect places
until your very last breath.
We're running away.
Right into decoys.
There's nothing to say.
There is no noise.
We won't get through
to better times or you.
as we're starting to lose
concentration on the fuse.
that's blowing this to pieces
it's destroying perfect places,
the few we had left.
you'll destroy the perfect places
until your very last breath.
Shred these notes
that are giving us up
the words you spoke
are holding us up.
into walls of what we hate.
trying to avoid mistakes.
but it's uncontrollable fate.
we can't stop this from taking place.
We won't get through
to better times or you.
as we're starting to lose
concentration on the fuse.
that's blowing this to pieces
it's destroying perfect places,
the few we had left.
you'll destroy the perfect places
until your very last breath.
destroy our perfect places. there's nothing left to say. it's all fallen to pieces. there's nothing left to say.
and this is just a poem...
Bundle up cuz we're in between, your ice age of cheating scenes. You are far colder then anything, anywhere i've ever been. I'm going to freeze, in the images i wish i didn't believe...and isn't this a horrible state? that you've been so proud to create. open details, wider the your eyes, when i caught you under the night sky. Wasn't it a wonderful shock. and wonder, is my companion. it's the only thing you left, in past months learning to accept. you may not ever catch, these feelings i grabbed from you. Obviously untruthful, and truthfully i'm so full, and can't stomache another turn. This ride is ending tonight, as our story slowly burns, as it's dieing out, i'm feeling all the warmth, rush from my body to the air. it's cold, i'll bundle up. you're so cold i'll bundle up. winter never hurt so much. we're broken.
hope|broken
much<33delia