type out a livejournal entry? and post it? never!
oh jesus this is when i take your name in veins from all this alcohol- i threw it all up again
oh jesus i say to those who stop me and ask "do you work here"
you, i understand, are not as coherent to the world around you
but look
look look look at all these "stars" shining that have no lights to burn
look
just look at all of these moments i lose my breath and my heart hurts
my chest hurts, my whole chest hurts
oh jesus i say look at this chest
look at what is holding my chest like a blood red rock in a massacre
why can i not breahe when i really stop to think about what is going on around me
predetermined destiny is a bit of a redundant expression
but exactly when do i have control and
control is the ability to stop.
stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop
no-
stop stop stop
still nothing
oh jesus my chest hurts again
why do i bother staying so late to questions- questions i cant mentally grasp as to why this person
does not have an answer to their own question. does common knowledge and will the phrase "well no shit"
even mean something if i say it all aloud.
i give up
stop stop stop
oh jesus i said it again as i waited patiently
i waited and waited and waited and waited
and the build up for the finale?
well
now my chest hurts from all the waiting and the beating of tightened beats of holding back
how do i handle all this awful
i am sure i am not the only receiving all the stupid ones
i must have a record though for all the stupid ones finding me
but what if i make a mistake
how can i let myself make a mistake and become that stupid one
stop stop stop
me? stop?
you make this seem to be easier
you make this appear calm
stop stop stop
i am you
oh jesus what the hell
what the hell is a joke when you are punchline
i'm taking your name in tough, saturated veins and not letting those stars compress and
yep i digress
stop stop stop
oh jesus i say to those who stop me and ask "do you work here"
you, i understand, are not as coherent to the world around you
but look
look look look at all these "stars" shining that have no lights to burn
look
just look at all of these moments i lose my breath and my heart hurts
my chest hurts, my whole chest hurts
oh jesus i say look at this chest
look at what is holding my chest like a blood red rock in a massacre
why can i not breahe when i really stop to think about what is going on around me
predetermined destiny is a bit of a redundant expression
but exactly when do i have control and
control is the ability to stop.
stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop
no-
stop stop stop
still nothing
oh jesus my chest hurts again
why do i bother staying so late to questions- questions i cant mentally grasp as to why this person
does not have an answer to their own question. does common knowledge and will the phrase "well no shit"
even mean something if i say it all aloud.
i give up
stop stop stop
oh jesus i said it again as i waited patiently
i waited and waited and waited and waited
and the build up for the finale?
well
now my chest hurts from all the waiting and the beating of tightened beats of holding back
how do i handle all this awful
i am sure i am not the only receiving all the stupid ones
i must have a record though for all the stupid ones finding me
but what if i make a mistake
how can i let myself make a mistake and become that stupid one
stop stop stop
me? stop?
you make this seem to be easier
you make this appear calm
stop stop stop
i am you
oh jesus what the hell
what the hell is a joke when you are punchline
i'm taking your name in tough, saturated veins and not letting those stars compress and
yep i digress
stop stop stop