Dear Editor,
I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, "If you see it in The Sun, it's so." Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?

-Virginia O'HanlonVirginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. ( Read more... )

Cause the truth is that
no one truly knows what the hell it is you're doing.
When we ask, "Are you dead, or are you just sleeping?"
Oh yea, I'm the one that is happy.
I don't like your shitty songs.
You were wrong,
yea you're always wrong.

Well there's nothing like hearing that girl cry on the receiver.
And your stomach hurts so bad
'cause you think you need her.
So you down that cough syrup,
you love feeling so screwed up.
And you crawl up those stairs and read yourself to sleep..
Yea, you crawl up those stairs and sing yourself to peace.

Baby, just rest your head.

You try too hard for the perfect beginning.
You're so let down,
when the beauty starts fading.
Once beaming with confidence,
now brooding with doubt..
Pack those pictures away
and black out.

You said, "My life's like a bad movie."
And I said, "It's true of all of us."
You said, you said, "I've gotta wake up so fucking early."
And I said, "Maybe the director's turned on us."

cheer up baby, it wasn't always quite so bad.
for every bit of venom that came out,
the antidote was had.

Tell me lies later, come and see me,
I'll be around for a while..
I am lonely, but you can free me
all in the way that you smile.

we treat mishaps like sinking ships, and I know that I don't want to be put out to drift.
well I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips, and they both tell me that we're better than this.
cause that's what I'm waiting for, that's what I'm waiting for, that's what I'm waiting for, aren't I?