heartless
i'm bored. i guess i'm going out tonight. that means i have to get ready soon. blah. i need to eat something..i haven't had anything all day. well, i don't have much to say i suppose..so i'm just gonna post a couple more things i wrote..they're blah..but i've gotta stick something on this thing....
eight-hundred miles
so this is where i stand
twenty-four hours
but lacking a few
from the time i said
this is what you do
you make me the angry girl
i never wanted to be
you make me lack control
of emotion
and this insane devotion
to the girl i wish you were
it's got me moving in slow motion
as you just move....faster and faster away
and this is where i still stand
in the "chill" part of yuppyville
where a hemp necklace and birkenstocks
will buy you a good conversation
and w/ your month old dreads you can
easily be..part of the elite
in w/ the cool kids
i claim to be happy i'm leaving this place
this city and state that's so easy to hate
i claim to be happy i wont be seeing you again
that this chapter of my life is coming to an end
eight-hundred miles..give or take a few
i'll be missing you
~~~~~~
over hills-stomach dropping
rollercoaster-gforce
plotting out a coarse
of downward disasters &
crubling plaster
from fists that aren't even yours
and here's the part where you say
"i'm sorry things are bad-
it'll be okay sweetie-
no no, please don't cry"
same routine
time and time again
yet still, i need you as my friend?
well, i don't
you have this whiney charm about you
expecting things to always be okay
and well, they aren't
you're the sweetest bitch i know
and it's about time to let go
and grow
grow from loving you and loosing you
grow from needing you and despising you
grow..from getting over you
it'd be a perfect world
if we could ~both~ grow
but things can never be perfect
and this is where i let go
eight-hundred miles
so this is where i stand
twenty-four hours
but lacking a few
from the time i said
this is what you do
you make me the angry girl
i never wanted to be
you make me lack control
of emotion
and this insane devotion
to the girl i wish you were
it's got me moving in slow motion
as you just move....faster and faster away
and this is where i still stand
in the "chill" part of yuppyville
where a hemp necklace and birkenstocks
will buy you a good conversation
and w/ your month old dreads you can
easily be..part of the elite
in w/ the cool kids
i claim to be happy i'm leaving this place
this city and state that's so easy to hate
i claim to be happy i wont be seeing you again
that this chapter of my life is coming to an end
eight-hundred miles..give or take a few
i'll be missing you
~~~~~~
over hills-stomach dropping
rollercoaster-gforce
plotting out a coarse
of downward disasters &
crubling plaster
from fists that aren't even yours
and here's the part where you say
"i'm sorry things are bad-
it'll be okay sweetie-
no no, please don't cry"
same routine
time and time again
yet still, i need you as my friend?
well, i don't
you have this whiney charm about you
expecting things to always be okay
and well, they aren't
you're the sweetest bitch i know
and it's about time to let go
and grow
grow from loving you and loosing you
grow from needing you and despising you
grow..from getting over you
it'd be a perfect world
if we could ~both~ grow
but things can never be perfect
and this is where i let go