ransom note.
the world is ending.
the sky is falling.
i'm in hiding underground.
but this bomb shelter was clearly made for two.
so where the fuck are you?
i already lit all the fuses, so i think you might want to believe me this time.
time is running out.
right on time.
right on time.
i could sink this ship with the things that i know.
the things that i have done. the things that i have shown.
this isn't what i signed up for.
i was promised so much more.
i am not the one to blame.
i am just not the same person as i claimed to be.
cause you may have just won the lottery, but you're under arrest.
unless you want to ride this patrol car down to the pawn shop.
stock is running low on hearts and souls.
so naive of me.
to think that i could hold my own in the big leagues of nuclear war and emotional tragedy.
i'm waiting for her to push the button.
i've been nervous since we met.
that big red button.
i changed my mind. don't listen to my poker face pillow talk.
don't do it.
you push the button i kick out the chair and hang.
fuck falling.
we were meant to fly.
brandon.
ps- i went to a dance party last night. there were lots of pretty people there and i really felt alive. talked to bood for quite a long time and it inspired me because fuck the music industry; viva heart-corps militia. fuck degrees and connections. just listen to the god damn song. and dig a little deeper. meet people at parties and talk for hours about good music and mutual friends and whatever the fuck else.
i feel like a kid because i am. and because i'm so excited that
people knew my name.
(because even i don't know it...)
the sky is falling.
i'm in hiding underground.
but this bomb shelter was clearly made for two.
so where the fuck are you?
i already lit all the fuses, so i think you might want to believe me this time.
time is running out.
right on time.
right on time.
i could sink this ship with the things that i know.
the things that i have done. the things that i have shown.
this isn't what i signed up for.
i was promised so much more.
i am not the one to blame.
i am just not the same person as i claimed to be.
cause you may have just won the lottery, but you're under arrest.
unless you want to ride this patrol car down to the pawn shop.
stock is running low on hearts and souls.
so naive of me.
to think that i could hold my own in the big leagues of nuclear war and emotional tragedy.
i'm waiting for her to push the button.
i've been nervous since we met.
that big red button.
i changed my mind. don't listen to my poker face pillow talk.
don't do it.
you push the button i kick out the chair and hang.
fuck falling.
we were meant to fly.
brandon.
ps- i went to a dance party last night. there were lots of pretty people there and i really felt alive. talked to bood for quite a long time and it inspired me because fuck the music industry; viva heart-corps militia. fuck degrees and connections. just listen to the god damn song. and dig a little deeper. meet people at parties and talk for hours about good music and mutual friends and whatever the fuck else.
i feel like a kid because i am. and because i'm so excited that
people knew my name.
(because even i don't know it...)