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its 1:35 am now and im up writing music.
Im workin on a serious keyboard breakdown. super heavey.
today was lousy aside from wining 15 bucks.
its settled though tomorow after practice me and luke and cara and nicole and malory are partyen. ow ow ow.
"Casual friday by the water cooler"
am i delusional, or just happily sedated by your touch.
capitalize on the wounded.
the hunt is much easier, the prey is hoblle legged.
you burnd his crutches to the grownd.
He'll never walk again.
Suprise, and so long goodbyes. open eyes and the bright blue skies.
enough to open up the heavens. Rain down on this day.
Oh so sorry to rain on your parade.
enough with the antics i cant take this sharade.
seventeen years are the best of our lives.
seventeen years all the teers you have crid.
an open book, an open bottle, a lit cigarete.
wash away the teery eyes with fire water instead.
loaded like a 22. and dead set on revenge.
The plot begins to thicken on the edge of his bed.
and though you rest your pretty head beside me and say,
This is the way the game is played.
And seventeen shots of the hardest thing you got, aint nearly enough to cover up all thats lost.
sadly its true the best of me the worst of you.
Cling to the last piece of anything thats left.
Leave on a sour note intended to spoil the mood.
and rest assured you never left my mind once.
the worst of it all is its all up to you.
To pull together the curage to put back together whats left of me and you.
The skeletons are geting anxious, our closets are far to small.
now we both wear defeat on our faces.
Its a wonder were both still alive.
I guess im feelin creative. sue me.
as always,
a sedated and oh so lucky,
Matt.
Im workin on a serious keyboard breakdown. super heavey.
today was lousy aside from wining 15 bucks.
its settled though tomorow after practice me and luke and cara and nicole and malory are partyen. ow ow ow.
"Casual friday by the water cooler"
am i delusional, or just happily sedated by your touch.
capitalize on the wounded.
the hunt is much easier, the prey is hoblle legged.
you burnd his crutches to the grownd.
He'll never walk again.
Suprise, and so long goodbyes. open eyes and the bright blue skies.
enough to open up the heavens. Rain down on this day.
Oh so sorry to rain on your parade.
enough with the antics i cant take this sharade.
seventeen years are the best of our lives.
seventeen years all the teers you have crid.
an open book, an open bottle, a lit cigarete.
wash away the teery eyes with fire water instead.
loaded like a 22. and dead set on revenge.
The plot begins to thicken on the edge of his bed.
and though you rest your pretty head beside me and say,
This is the way the game is played.
And seventeen shots of the hardest thing you got, aint nearly enough to cover up all thats lost.
sadly its true the best of me the worst of you.
Cling to the last piece of anything thats left.
Leave on a sour note intended to spoil the mood.
and rest assured you never left my mind once.
the worst of it all is its all up to you.
To pull together the curage to put back together whats left of me and you.
The skeletons are geting anxious, our closets are far to small.
now we both wear defeat on our faces.
Its a wonder were both still alive.
I guess im feelin creative. sue me.
as always,
a sedated and oh so lucky,
Matt.