So pack your bags
we're going out
I want to show you
just what's in this world
Cause in the end its all you got
memories to tell about your life
and how you lived it

if you still read my livejournal... read this, it is by muse ( Read more... )

I can't stand
listening to
Dave Matthew's band
I think they're bland
but everybody else thinks they're the fucking shit

I can't stand
Listening to
Dave Matthew's Band
I don't understand
Why everybody likes them more than they like my band

And now she knows too much
And I'm too fucked up
It's awkward trying to make my move

I'll pretend that I'm fine
Show up right on time
But I know I'll never be that cool

and i have this one figured out,
that's why the suicide machine is built for two
a simple sick device devised to overload on love
to bring us colored dreams and soundtracked waves of fun

I tried to make her like me but I made her hate me
kinda got those two mixed up i guess

a clown, a missionary, two geighbors, Gandhi, and Michael Ian Black walk into an apartment.

I don't know how to say this

-oh it's easy "tttthhhiiiissssss"

say it what? say it who?

so now you're dead and gone and i've got a new thing goin
can't wait to see your face, when you and your friends show up.