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aw i'm so bored at work, its ridiculous. I don't know if $9.00 an hour is worth sitting by a computer answering phones talking to doctors about their clients and being on myspace.. want my job?
I'm reading this book, "Revolution On Canvas" written and published by my friends brother its really good, its the indi music scene short stories and poems written by bands. I really liked this one.
Joshua Partington
Something Corporate
BURNT VACANT RED
This headache, Incisions,
Machine washed your letters and tore up your pictures
This handle, this feeling
Your hatred: the floor, your love: the ceiling
I wish I, could take it,
All back from saying the lines i was faking
You never noticed
I never said
I'd never need
Burnt Vacant Red
This longing, this tear-eye
I wish i could find you alone on a highway
And tell you, I'm sorry
I cried at your wedding and rained on your party
And if I, don't make it
Feel bad for one moment and after that shake it.
Cause you never told me
And i never said
That i'd never need
Burnt Vacant Red
Rememberance, Sedation,
A plane ticket home and a life of frustration
A gift horse, to glance at,
Thrown away food for beggars to stare at
I'm broken, I'm Tired
I still miss the times when i was inspired
I'll never tell you
What's all in my head
And pity me hiding
Burnt Vacant Red
Intentions, Submissions,
An analog clock compromised my position
The Fragile, The dagger
Still on broken glass i drunkenly stagger
The Voices, inside me,
Are stand-alone fixtures and reasons for hiding
And i never showed you
When we went to bed,
That my heart in my chest,
Is Burnt Vacant Red
I'm reading this book, "Revolution On Canvas" written and published by my friends brother its really good, its the indi music scene short stories and poems written by bands. I really liked this one.
Joshua Partington
Something Corporate
BURNT VACANT RED
This headache, Incisions,
Machine washed your letters and tore up your pictures
This handle, this feeling
Your hatred: the floor, your love: the ceiling
I wish I, could take it,
All back from saying the lines i was faking
You never noticed
I never said
I'd never need
Burnt Vacant Red
This longing, this tear-eye
I wish i could find you alone on a highway
And tell you, I'm sorry
I cried at your wedding and rained on your party
And if I, don't make it
Feel bad for one moment and after that shake it.
Cause you never told me
And i never said
That i'd never need
Burnt Vacant Red
Rememberance, Sedation,
A plane ticket home and a life of frustration
A gift horse, to glance at,
Thrown away food for beggars to stare at
I'm broken, I'm Tired
I still miss the times when i was inspired
I'll never tell you
What's all in my head
And pity me hiding
Burnt Vacant Red
Intentions, Submissions,
An analog clock compromised my position
The Fragile, The dagger
Still on broken glass i drunkenly stagger
The Voices, inside me,
Are stand-alone fixtures and reasons for hiding
And i never showed you
When we went to bed,
That my heart in my chest,
Is Burnt Vacant Red