boy's like you are overrated. so save your breath
so im on my friends computer... wont be home until sunday.. i think her moms gonna kick me off ah. .owell. well.. got told something that made me throw up/sad ah i didnt even know it was coming. .. yeah.. i have been sick lately .. i think it was the food i had .. with my g-ma and mom. ha justin.. welcome to the lovely word of singles ah. .o yeah its so.. lovely ..today i walked to burger king with my friends alyson and stef.. we were suppose to meet tristan up there but he left ah. i threw my cup at some car and it splashed in the back.. then i was riding in those little kid carts at farmer jackass ha.mer.. and this ladys like i think those are for babys but ha..owell and got FREE suckers ha im so bored just look at lyrics
words don't seem to come so easy when I need them oh so badly here's to playing tug of war with my vocal chords
maybe I can give this another shot or sing about a broken heart...or immitate the way it feels if this was happening for real this distance seems closer when you shove it in my face this moment has left me with nothing else to say
I'm losing my interest with these empty pages
they're torn they have frayed edges this dusty book is botheres by my rusty eye and I can't see and I can't breathe put me on the next page outta here to live forever on this paper capture this void and fill it with the frenzy in my voice killing time by drawing face that stare back at me from the margins in a sea of 8and a half by elevens I'm drowing in treading through run on sentences and sinking into empty text ill swallow the salt and spit a few dry words out no matter what I say no matter what I write here I'm sick of always lookin at this page with a blank stare you never seem to know and they never seem to tell your words don't always come as easily as you might want them to throw these pages into fire and throw me with them.
I wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel.
What you do on your own time's just fine.
My imagination's much worse, I just never want to know.
And what meant the world had folded like legs
and fingers holding onto what escapes me;
what he has: a better kiss that never lasts.
You said, between your smiles and regrets: "Don't say it's over."Dead and gone.The calm before the storm set it off, and the sun burnt out tonight. A reception less than warm set it off. The sun burnt out tonight.This is me standing in the arch of the door hating that look that's on your face that says there's another fool like me.There's one born every minute.
words don't seem to come so easy when I need them oh so badly here's to playing tug of war with my vocal chords
maybe I can give this another shot or sing about a broken heart...or immitate the way it feels if this was happening for real this distance seems closer when you shove it in my face this moment has left me with nothing else to say
I'm losing my interest with these empty pages
they're torn they have frayed edges this dusty book is botheres by my rusty eye and I can't see and I can't breathe put me on the next page outta here to live forever on this paper capture this void and fill it with the frenzy in my voice killing time by drawing face that stare back at me from the margins in a sea of 8and a half by elevens I'm drowing in treading through run on sentences and sinking into empty text ill swallow the salt and spit a few dry words out no matter what I say no matter what I write here I'm sick of always lookin at this page with a blank stare you never seem to know and they never seem to tell your words don't always come as easily as you might want them to throw these pages into fire and throw me with them.
I wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel.
What you do on your own time's just fine.
My imagination's much worse, I just never want to know.
And what meant the world had folded like legs
and fingers holding onto what escapes me;
what he has: a better kiss that never lasts.
You said, between your smiles and regrets: "Don't say it's over."Dead and gone.The calm before the storm set it off, and the sun burnt out tonight. A reception less than warm set it off. The sun burnt out tonight.This is me standing in the arch of the door hating that look that's on your face that says there's another fool like me.There's one born every minute.