two more hours lumber past....i feel like i've tried......sigh
ian this one is going to drive you crazy. but hey its almost all lyrics. all larry arms lyrics. I'M SORRY TO EVERYONE FOR THE LENGTH OF THIS BULLSHIT. it'll take up your whole friends page. but whatever, she told me today that we only live once so fuck it i don't care. i like my larry arms so i just decided to write this. this post has some dpressing tone to it but yea i'm just not depressed i'm some happy ska kid who's in love with three chicagoans and a tucsonan
winter has come and can you find your coat? lets go watch the water while the bodies still float. slit my throat. i dreamed that i slept and i actually dreamed. what it is is a sickness what it is is regret and i might be tired but i'm not dead yet. selfless syntax and poetic bullshit. i don't know what the hell to write about anymore. sometimes i wish i was depressed so i could write. but hey slit my throat. don't forget to forget you forgot me. what it is is a sickness what it is is regret and i might be tired but i'm not dead yet. i've found myself with 4 people that i didn't like and i couldn't drive home for 4 hours. never thought i'd be in that situation with those useless fucks but it happened. a long time ago but it happened. i dunno if i want to know the past. it'll probably make me sick to my stomach becasue i'm starting to care to much. i don't like to hear about those things but at the same time i do but at the same time it makes me feel sick to think of it. the sun came up. expose a cloud the city put up. grey mountains fall. grey skies cover them all. ring your goddamn bell its christmas hey fuck get your paycheck for the year. the sun came up behind the trees. on the city it looks so ugly to me. a million people a million dreams but not a word spoken it seems. all alone again, phone forgot to ring, even if it did i doubt that it would be for me, bedside table, photographs of you half smoked cigarettes. i can't help but be jealous of the room when your in it all alone. ok so all this shit is just regurgitated lyrics. i just can't write right now and that sucks. but to think that the kid only learned how to do this today. hes fucking good. good at what he does. but he learned today. i'm suprised. can she be and why//. this is a good one to interpret. brendan was right if i could be anything i'd be an aeroplane and fly so far away, except i'd have to take one passenger. i'm wasted as my time spent sittin idly by drinkin in this shithole while you all went on outside. great day to fall asleep great day to ddream that i'm still capable of saying what i mean. i'm afriad to get to know you. i;m wasted like these city blocks, these blockbusters and parking lots. i'm faded like this parking space sealed up to see what rots. this ship is sinking and i don't know what to do. if we die in fire and water then i want to be with you. oh captain my captain i fought hard till everything was lost no fortune did i seek remember us buried in the deep. lawrence arms Necrotism: Decanting the Insalubrious (Cyborg Midnight) Part 7. just so sexy. IS THERE A GESTURE I COULD USE TO CLEARLY EXPRESS I'M AT AN UTTER LOSS FOR WORDS? is there a part of you thats torn.....thats larger than life? throw your hand up at the sky.......no use trying to explain this. the coulds are mirrors in disguise. empty rooms don't pictures to talk to. brickwall views demand uninspired afternoons. now this smile has a bitter curve. and now these eyes are uninchanted. AND ALL WE SEE IS A FADED IMAGE OF WHAT WE USED TO BE. how can we relate? LIKE A DRUNKEN VAMPIRE I MISS THE SUN i killed this summer now its done. drink at the funeral, piss on the corpse yell at the sun till your voice is all hoarse. i'm gone this is goodbye. dead as a dream beneath the grey chicago sky. where have i been all your life? sitting on fences a novacaine for all the sense. makjing sense of nothing in defense of something. i laughed to late and dug myself into a grave. this year i'lll try not to think too much/ this year i'll try to stand up for myself/. this year i'll live like i never lived before. this year is my year for sure. MORE ACCIDENTAL ASPIRATIONS. ANOTHER EXPLOSION OF SILENCE. i think i'm going deaf or maybe i'm just hearing less. this year i'll try to only listen to myself. YOUR EYES, ARE A CLOUDY MORNING. MY LIPS, ARE THIS SEALED LETTER. INEPTLY YOURS SINCERELY SORRY. its something you feel on the sole of your shoe on a loud city bus on some aching afternoon. less than 20 days from drowning in the last five years.what did you scream into your telephone? i'm a shit stain slave with a grind of his own. i haven't had fun in what seems like years. i had a thumbs up for you but it was caught in the gears. this body is a breakroom where the burnouts are smoking. I'M A CLOWN I'M JUST HERE TO ENTERTAIN. TEAR ME UP AND STUFF ME DOWN THE DRAIN. your beautiful in dreams, the words spilled from my mouth in streams. i dreamed you traced worlds against my back. i dreamt you would never know me. last night i said that this would be the last. woke up januaray rain idly sliding down the window pane. tonight i'll sit around pushin my shit down the drain usin a plunger and a clothespin while i wrangle with the chain. tonight i;ll have potato chips watch my favortie shows watch some infomercials then watch some tv snow. tonight i';ll have 9 or 10 beers. tonight i;ll decide too late to go get on the train and play out my stupid misguided version of fun. tonight i';ll get stupid fucking drunk. its been so fucking long since we've really felt any other way. TONIGHT I'LL TALK ON THE TELEPHONE WISHING I HAD THE ENERGY TO SLEEP. tonight i'll sit around and bitch. tonight i'll get hungry staring at the mustard in my empty fridge. maybe tomorrow i could try. and maybe tomorrow will be better than tonight.
wow that was ridiculously long and pointless becasue i don't really feel that way.
winter has come and can you find your coat? lets go watch the water while the bodies still float. slit my throat. i dreamed that i slept and i actually dreamed. what it is is a sickness what it is is regret and i might be tired but i'm not dead yet. selfless syntax and poetic bullshit. i don't know what the hell to write about anymore. sometimes i wish i was depressed so i could write. but hey slit my throat. don't forget to forget you forgot me. what it is is a sickness what it is is regret and i might be tired but i'm not dead yet. i've found myself with 4 people that i didn't like and i couldn't drive home for 4 hours. never thought i'd be in that situation with those useless fucks but it happened. a long time ago but it happened. i dunno if i want to know the past. it'll probably make me sick to my stomach becasue i'm starting to care to much. i don't like to hear about those things but at the same time i do but at the same time it makes me feel sick to think of it. the sun came up. expose a cloud the city put up. grey mountains fall. grey skies cover them all. ring your goddamn bell its christmas hey fuck get your paycheck for the year. the sun came up behind the trees. on the city it looks so ugly to me. a million people a million dreams but not a word spoken it seems. all alone again, phone forgot to ring, even if it did i doubt that it would be for me, bedside table, photographs of you half smoked cigarettes. i can't help but be jealous of the room when your in it all alone. ok so all this shit is just regurgitated lyrics. i just can't write right now and that sucks. but to think that the kid only learned how to do this today. hes fucking good. good at what he does. but he learned today. i'm suprised. can she be and why//. this is a good one to interpret. brendan was right if i could be anything i'd be an aeroplane and fly so far away, except i'd have to take one passenger. i'm wasted as my time spent sittin idly by drinkin in this shithole while you all went on outside. great day to fall asleep great day to ddream that i'm still capable of saying what i mean. i'm afriad to get to know you. i;m wasted like these city blocks, these blockbusters and parking lots. i'm faded like this parking space sealed up to see what rots. this ship is sinking and i don't know what to do. if we die in fire and water then i want to be with you. oh captain my captain i fought hard till everything was lost no fortune did i seek remember us buried in the deep. lawrence arms Necrotism: Decanting the Insalubrious (Cyborg Midnight) Part 7. just so sexy. IS THERE A GESTURE I COULD USE TO CLEARLY EXPRESS I'M AT AN UTTER LOSS FOR WORDS? is there a part of you thats torn.....thats larger than life? throw your hand up at the sky.......no use trying to explain this. the coulds are mirrors in disguise. empty rooms don't pictures to talk to. brickwall views demand uninspired afternoons. now this smile has a bitter curve. and now these eyes are uninchanted. AND ALL WE SEE IS A FADED IMAGE OF WHAT WE USED TO BE. how can we relate? LIKE A DRUNKEN VAMPIRE I MISS THE SUN i killed this summer now its done. drink at the funeral, piss on the corpse yell at the sun till your voice is all hoarse. i'm gone this is goodbye. dead as a dream beneath the grey chicago sky. where have i been all your life? sitting on fences a novacaine for all the sense. makjing sense of nothing in defense of something. i laughed to late and dug myself into a grave. this year i'lll try not to think too much/ this year i'll try to stand up for myself/. this year i'll live like i never lived before. this year is my year for sure. MORE ACCIDENTAL ASPIRATIONS. ANOTHER EXPLOSION OF SILENCE. i think i'm going deaf or maybe i'm just hearing less. this year i'll try to only listen to myself. YOUR EYES, ARE A CLOUDY MORNING. MY LIPS, ARE THIS SEALED LETTER. INEPTLY YOURS SINCERELY SORRY. its something you feel on the sole of your shoe on a loud city bus on some aching afternoon. less than 20 days from drowning in the last five years.what did you scream into your telephone? i'm a shit stain slave with a grind of his own. i haven't had fun in what seems like years. i had a thumbs up for you but it was caught in the gears. this body is a breakroom where the burnouts are smoking. I'M A CLOWN I'M JUST HERE TO ENTERTAIN. TEAR ME UP AND STUFF ME DOWN THE DRAIN. your beautiful in dreams, the words spilled from my mouth in streams. i dreamed you traced worlds against my back. i dreamt you would never know me. last night i said that this would be the last. woke up januaray rain idly sliding down the window pane. tonight i'll sit around pushin my shit down the drain usin a plunger and a clothespin while i wrangle with the chain. tonight i;ll have potato chips watch my favortie shows watch some infomercials then watch some tv snow. tonight i';ll have 9 or 10 beers. tonight i;ll decide too late to go get on the train and play out my stupid misguided version of fun. tonight i';ll get stupid fucking drunk. its been so fucking long since we've really felt any other way. TONIGHT I'LL TALK ON THE TELEPHONE WISHING I HAD THE ENERGY TO SLEEP. tonight i'll sit around and bitch. tonight i'll get hungry staring at the mustard in my empty fridge. maybe tomorrow i could try. and maybe tomorrow will be better than tonight.
wow that was ridiculously long and pointless becasue i don't really feel that way.