my weekend alone
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Sun 2:59 AM
swollen eyes. blank on my headache.
she was wearing a dress like a black and white movie and it mean't nothing.
i just want to drink and drink until i wake.
until i wake, i'll just dye my eyes red and pretend everything is okay.
i'll close my door even more and walk around with one light on just to see a shadow for company and make myself wait for tomorrow.
deep in my heart, i listen to the same voice i've heard through a thousand men and assassins winning a war that is on tv.
i'm a victim of my own dirty tricks. elliot, ian, kurt, bradley, even daniel wear those same fucking shoes and i just fake it as well as the rest for a desperate measure to account for the breath that assume is mine.
let me tell you a thing or two.
let me tell you what you think you know.
let me tell you how i drive myself to a picturesque scene in a subtle lie i like to call my own.
let me walk away with a heavy head and another bottle that walks me through the hospital.
i slept through it all. with my eyes wide open. and now i can't wake.
everybody is gone, at last.
i'm afraid i'll have a dream that won't be nice.
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Friday, October 06, 2006
goats on a cliff
i tried to catch up. the minnesota license plate was my ambition. it faded away like condensation. to my left were finnish flags and lips pretending to know the lyrics to a song of seduction that only make sense to a woman.
the words, "you are alone," ressonated through my mind.
it made so much sense to me. i still can't see without my glasses.
and i won't turn on the air condition because i may freeze. wonderwall. remember that.
goats on a cliff. remember that.
i thought you were behind me; then you turned left.
it wasn't really you.
shoshtakovich, opus 99. unrevised.
viola was her name; my confusion.
Currently listening :
Shostakovich: Cello Concerto No1, Op107; Violin Concerto No1 (revised), Op99
By Dimitri Mitropoulos
Release date: By 16 June, 1998
Sun 2:59 AM
swollen eyes. blank on my headache.
she was wearing a dress like a black and white movie and it mean't nothing.
i just want to drink and drink until i wake.
until i wake, i'll just dye my eyes red and pretend everything is okay.
i'll close my door even more and walk around with one light on just to see a shadow for company and make myself wait for tomorrow.
deep in my heart, i listen to the same voice i've heard through a thousand men and assassins winning a war that is on tv.
i'm a victim of my own dirty tricks. elliot, ian, kurt, bradley, even daniel wear those same fucking shoes and i just fake it as well as the rest for a desperate measure to account for the breath that assume is mine.
let me tell you a thing or two.
let me tell you what you think you know.
let me tell you how i drive myself to a picturesque scene in a subtle lie i like to call my own.
let me walk away with a heavy head and another bottle that walks me through the hospital.
i slept through it all. with my eyes wide open. and now i can't wake.
everybody is gone, at last.
i'm afraid i'll have a dream that won't be nice.
1:49 AM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
Friday, October 06, 2006
goats on a cliff
i tried to catch up. the minnesota license plate was my ambition. it faded away like condensation. to my left were finnish flags and lips pretending to know the lyrics to a song of seduction that only make sense to a woman.
the words, "you are alone," ressonated through my mind.
it made so much sense to me. i still can't see without my glasses.
and i won't turn on the air condition because i may freeze. wonderwall. remember that.
goats on a cliff. remember that.
i thought you were behind me; then you turned left.
it wasn't really you.
shoshtakovich, opus 99. unrevised.
viola was her name; my confusion.
Currently listening :
Shostakovich: Cello Concerto No1, Op107; Violin Concerto No1 (revised), Op99
By Dimitri Mitropoulos
Release date: By 16 June, 1998