poems/songs written last night
fashion statements
take this feeling of..whatever you want to call it now and paint it on the walls of this empty apartment. you always knew how to get the best of the situation. cutting your clothes off with a pair of scissors and dressing you in gasoline has never came so easy. ill stirke a match and watch you panic, scream, and then make a scene.
there's no i in drunk
"the only romance we're destroying was never really a romance at all.." and i have the scars that remind me of the car and how it made a liar out of you and i. a night full of telephone conversations and drama queens. well, no one ever really learns anything from anything or what long distance really means. i was a sucker to think we were more than just a burning bridge. if i could cut, id dismember your wings.
the people vs. todd alan howitt
cut up and out the patterns we used to stencil upon the pavement that looked "oh so right"; and whatever happend tobuilding skyscrapers with our bare hands? and as we grind our faces into the conrete ill ask one more time; "what are our options here?" and i know car crashes are cliche and that i write just like the rest of them. but there's something in the way the on coming headlights resemble the sparkle in your eyes. ph, i could go on for days. four days; we layed here for four days without moving. and i understand that situations like this make it almost impossible. but whens the last time you saw a hero with severed limbs? i guess the fame went to your head, or maybe it was just the dashboard.
place your mouth on the tracks..
lies! we fell short of amazing. while rockets raise our hopes so high gravity tears them a part. the poison prescribed for your lips will take us out. is it impossible for me to see through this? because your eyes tears me apart on the inside tonight, (tonight). is it okay for me to say; "you took this nothing i call my heart?" (my heart) this is your best bet. the train approaches your body as you lay on the rusted steel. you life will end in a train wreck as your taken from in front of me. empty guns cover the floor and so do the knives me used to slit each others throats. so, you want to dance with death? the opportunity is in the closet. just remember to hold the handle tight and dont let go. "oh my god! dont fucking let go!"
take this feeling of..whatever you want to call it now and paint it on the walls of this empty apartment. you always knew how to get the best of the situation. cutting your clothes off with a pair of scissors and dressing you in gasoline has never came so easy. ill stirke a match and watch you panic, scream, and then make a scene.
there's no i in drunk
"the only romance we're destroying was never really a romance at all.." and i have the scars that remind me of the car and how it made a liar out of you and i. a night full of telephone conversations and drama queens. well, no one ever really learns anything from anything or what long distance really means. i was a sucker to think we were more than just a burning bridge. if i could cut, id dismember your wings.
the people vs. todd alan howitt
cut up and out the patterns we used to stencil upon the pavement that looked "oh so right"; and whatever happend tobuilding skyscrapers with our bare hands? and as we grind our faces into the conrete ill ask one more time; "what are our options here?" and i know car crashes are cliche and that i write just like the rest of them. but there's something in the way the on coming headlights resemble the sparkle in your eyes. ph, i could go on for days. four days; we layed here for four days without moving. and i understand that situations like this make it almost impossible. but whens the last time you saw a hero with severed limbs? i guess the fame went to your head, or maybe it was just the dashboard.
place your mouth on the tracks..
lies! we fell short of amazing. while rockets raise our hopes so high gravity tears them a part. the poison prescribed for your lips will take us out. is it impossible for me to see through this? because your eyes tears me apart on the inside tonight, (tonight). is it okay for me to say; "you took this nothing i call my heart?" (my heart) this is your best bet. the train approaches your body as you lay on the rusted steel. you life will end in a train wreck as your taken from in front of me. empty guns cover the floor and so do the knives me used to slit each others throats. so, you want to dance with death? the opportunity is in the closet. just remember to hold the handle tight and dont let go. "oh my god! dont fucking let go!"