but i am too weak to be your cure.
i'm feeling better, no more fever, but i feel really weak. i'm just sleeping and lying around all day. i had a killer headache today. also, today i was supposed to have guitar, so i woke up and i remembered and i thought, 'okay, when my mom gets home, i'll tell her to call him and say i can't do it today.' but i forgot! so i'm drinking tea and about to keel over at 6:30 when the doorbell rings, and it's my guitar teacher! i was ready to die. and i had to spend two hours with him talking about crap. ohhh god.
my sea-monkeys are so big <3 i should take a picture.
and lying around, listening to deja entendu has produced a song. i eventually want to put this to music, but i don't really know how. so here it is,
Every second, another stone is cast at my heart.
You and I, we’re a million miles apart.
I bet you’ll never even find me,
I’m next to you, across the Atlantic sea.
If you were a poster on the walls of my room,
I would tear you off and cut you up.
Leave your chest on my floor,
Your eyes in my scrapbook,
Your blood I will pour,
Right into my own veins.
Chorus:
And you won’t even start looking,
Because you don’t even know that I exist.
But I swear, in seconds, my hand becomes a fist,
And my glace becomes a stare,
And usually, it takes me months
To realize that I shouldn’t even care.
I cry because you’ve got me shook.
Your face always deserves another look.
If tears were nickels, I’d be a millionaire.
And if nickels were dimes, I’d be even richer.
And if being rich brought you to me, I’d cry forever.
My eyes would be puffy, I’d have pouty lips,
And my heart that was severed,
Would finally be fixed.
I’m sorry to everyone who relates.
If drinks make you forget, then please, drink away.
If ecstasy gives you blurred judgment and vision,
Then maybe you’re making the right decision.
Chorus
Sometimes, you are the cold that chaps my lips.
Sometimes, you are the axe that breaks my ribs.
My body becomes so vulnerable, especially my heart.
And you don’t know it, but you’re tearing me apart.
If sadness if the opposite of happiness,
Why is it that I’m both?
I walk around, no control over my own mouth.
I could be declaring my love for you,
But the downpour drowns out the truth.
Chorus x2
Every second, another stone is cast at my heart.
You and I, we’re a million miles apart.
ohhh.. radio free roscoe in ten minutes. am i the only one who watches that show obsessively? it is damn good.
my sea-monkeys are so big <3 i should take a picture.
and lying around, listening to deja entendu has produced a song. i eventually want to put this to music, but i don't really know how. so here it is,
Every second, another stone is cast at my heart.
You and I, we’re a million miles apart.
I bet you’ll never even find me,
I’m next to you, across the Atlantic sea.
If you were a poster on the walls of my room,
I would tear you off and cut you up.
Leave your chest on my floor,
Your eyes in my scrapbook,
Your blood I will pour,
Right into my own veins.
Chorus:
And you won’t even start looking,
Because you don’t even know that I exist.
But I swear, in seconds, my hand becomes a fist,
And my glace becomes a stare,
And usually, it takes me months
To realize that I shouldn’t even care.
I cry because you’ve got me shook.
Your face always deserves another look.
If tears were nickels, I’d be a millionaire.
And if nickels were dimes, I’d be even richer.
And if being rich brought you to me, I’d cry forever.
My eyes would be puffy, I’d have pouty lips,
And my heart that was severed,
Would finally be fixed.
I’m sorry to everyone who relates.
If drinks make you forget, then please, drink away.
If ecstasy gives you blurred judgment and vision,
Then maybe you’re making the right decision.
Chorus
Sometimes, you are the cold that chaps my lips.
Sometimes, you are the axe that breaks my ribs.
My body becomes so vulnerable, especially my heart.
And you don’t know it, but you’re tearing me apart.
If sadness if the opposite of happiness,
Why is it that I’m both?
I walk around, no control over my own mouth.
I could be declaring my love for you,
But the downpour drowns out the truth.
Chorus x2
Every second, another stone is cast at my heart.
You and I, we’re a million miles apart.
ohhh.. radio free roscoe in ten minutes. am i the only one who watches that show obsessively? it is damn good.