I can't sleep.

i caught the clock and tore it up
jealous fingertips kiss my wrist
this social scene spills out from my chest
well i guess this was never about good clean fun
was i right or wrong?
what an actress,
she led us all to believe her lips were up for lease
tease, no they can't be bought
oh, she can't be caught

who needs ciggerettes and famous friends.

when their present every second their called upon
we'll throw trash out to passing cars
and paint the pavement with open scars
heres how we do
when we're missing you.
x

CHARDONNAY

this boy is biting his tongue
but the words are slipping through his lips
like his feet slip though the cracks in the concrete
broken billboards
line the streets,
and sip wine bottles
underneath celler doors

jeans are so hard to get out of.

sometimes I'm so confident i place bets i can't afford with my best hand face up.
i know everything I've earned and deserved
will come back to me sooner than later.

we are a bouquet of bad habits

this cockroach loves conspiracy theories,
i think thats why i live underneath the tiny cracks in the oldest boards of your makeshift desk
i know everything you know.
and they couldn't comprehend the insight i have into the things they don't.
"may as well throw down this masquerade."
ever since this rebirth I've decided i must have been some kind of bird in my past life.
i can't stand eating eggs, and i just want to fly out of this place.
xo

2:19am

sometimes i sing to her in silent rooms
i haven't got the chords my brother has, but i think she knows i mean every word
I've fallen for her in the same way
as that feeling of falling from that tallest building,
you know, the kind that's just so real that every time you land you wake up lying on the floor
she's got a beautiful smile.
and it's only a matter of time before i pass out in her arms tonight
a toast to the morning sun
"you must be so lonely, forever twelve hours away from your love"

counting my blessings and/or sheep over this fence
one day I'll jump it to.
xo

I Had Everything but Everything Never Wanted Me

a jealous moon jumped down to earth, with an eye for silhouette
she spied the silver spoon at a fork in the road, a tragic statuette
but this silver spoon has a silver tongue
and i'm not afraid, to admit that we we're wrong
"i'll write my wrongs in shallow waters, and hope someone misses me"
"i hope your swimming by the sand when the tide is coming in"
I'm a ruler but i never measure up

ahhhh!

for the record, we're just wrecks
with propositions slipping off our lips
like kids sing in tongues
write down their wrongs
we had little care for consequence



we're liars, with an eye for details
true ladies slip a kiss in the mail

throwing up lines to get my mind out of my stomach.

i'll drink down this cocktail of chemicals with a line of gun powder
with it i'll blast this writers block sky high
by the way she's shaking i'm guessing she practices perspiration
do you have a proposition to go with those lips?
why does everyone want to be eighteen?
kids are wishing minutes by
and grown ups are grumbling about 'ye olde days'
all i got to show for it are a couple of shitty songs
and pills to keep my skin clean
vocabulary.
how can i increase it when i can't even pronounce it?
i badly need a mentor, someone to not only look up to,
but who reaches down in times of need.
i'll have lost the "teen" in my age by the end of this year
not as scared of growing older, just afraid of growing up.
what do you do when the grass on the other side of the fence is black to?
do you just pack your bags and move?
how can i sit back and relax when everyones watching and waiting for something to happen?
gentleman with adrenaline: what a conundrum.
i for one have an itch its a contradiction, but who knows these days.
even the birds are flying away.
not so much the ones with wings, more the ones that walk these streets.
melodies will be the death of me.
they make everything so difficult.
but then i'm my own worst enemy.
i'm picky to the point that my skin doesn't even bother to scab
tree's of green, red roses to
"remember the songs we sang in high school"

clear skies, and a few of our favorite nursery rhymes

u make me fe3l like its spring every season of the year, its something 2 do with that scent of fresh air and the color of the skiez, it makes u the b3st kind of blindfold stretched tightly across my eyez

This Weeks Emotional Forecast

i met this girl once, she was dressed up
but typically her bad luck became to much
for anyone to handle let alone her
she's underage but she drinks enough
to sink a thousand ships at sea
i watched her fall down to her knee's, i couldn't believe
the way she moved with so much to lose
well the weather never left her any room to breathe
the rain against her window pain is such a tease
she just wants to walk on water, she just wants to be a miracle
but the world won't let her, it's got her by the neck
for her, fates as fickle and predictable as a bad film
but everytime she blinks and opens wide it's still so real
and she's no A-grade actress, she sheds a tear for every year
knowing the worse is yet to come, yet to come
well the weather never left her any room to breathe
the rain against her window pain is such a tease
she just wants to walk on water, she just wants to be a miracle
but the world won't let her, it's got her by the neck
she's got memories and even more dead dreams
even hospitals are closed doors to her
cause she can't pay the fee's,
she's out of print to the point
that popularity is out of her league, out of her league
she just wants to leave, she just wants to leave

i'll be the air you breathe, the wind that lifts you off your feet
i can read you like no one else, and i'll never put you down
i'll be the air you breathe, the wind that lifts you off your feet
i can read you like no one else, and i'll never put you down
well the weather never left her any room to breathe
the rain against her window pain is such a tease
she just wants to walk on water, she just wants to be a miracle
but the world won't let her, it's got her by the neck

she just wants to walk on water, she just wants to be a miracle
but the world won't let her, it's got her by the neck

Motel Rooms

take me out, tear me apart, rip me at the seams
its just my way of showing love, when i'm sick of showing teeth

i got a habit in the best sense of the word,
the kind with baby browns and a baby bottle to match
the scent of jaegar on her lips
means she took the hint, i'm in, i'm in

so i walked the floor with a step by step
and my heart beat, as if it
were choreographed
as fate would have it, it wasn't half bad
as within the hour we were dance, dance, dancing

take me out, tear me apart, rip me at the seams
its just my way of showing love, when i'm sick of showing teeth

as we made our way to motel mattresses
burlesques lined the streets, i guess business is good
or at least it is for me
cause i got front row seats

she lied on the bed with the shortest of breathe
we followed the plot through like a fairy tale
left center, thighs spread like fire
the room let out a cry

take me out, tear me apart, rip me at the seams
its just my way of showing love, when i'm sick of showing teeth

take me out, tear me apart, rip me at the seams
its just my way of showing love, when i'm sick of showing teeth

i got a habit in the best sense of the word,
the kind with baby browns and a baby bottle to match
the scent of jaegar on her lips
means she took the hint, i'm in, i'm in

so i walked the floor with a step by step
and my heart beat, as if it
were choreographed
as fate would have it, it wasn't half bad
as within the hour we were dance, dance, dancing

take me out, tear me apart, rip me at the seams
its just my way of showing love, when i'm sick of showing teeth

as we made our way to motel mattresses
burlesques lined the streets, i guess business is good
or at least it is for me
cause i got front row seats

she lied on the bed with the shortest of breathe
we followed the plot through like a fairy tale
left center, thighs spread like fire
the room let out a cry

take me out, tear me apart, rip me at the seams
its just my way of showing love, when i'm sick of showing teeth

Re-Written

taxi cab confessions.
our car crash, of scrap metal memories.
repeat.
these city lights, broke out in a fire fight
our tongues became weapons
destroying all we held
in the frames hung up on the four walls
that now close in like a cage.
give me a second to set the story straight
we can still be saved.
well there's still time,
take the first street on the right
if i could only put this all behind her
I'd build a barricade
to keep our past at bay
and brace myself.
give me a second to set the story straight
we can still be saved.
our car crash of scrap metal memories
we can still be saved.
repeat.

Hotel Rooms & Heavy Hearts

i guess i met another two of the great people who helped shape the direction I'm fighting and writing for. that checks three off my list with who knows how many more to go.
two days, I'm not tired anymore.
I'm reborn with more ambition than ever before.
no matter who i meet though, i can't look past the girl who never leaves my side and tells me how it is, regardless of the pride that runs through my insides.
she's the sun, and she's slipping through the hole in the ozone.
she warms me up in what always feels like the winter air.
window's down we let it run through out hair.
singing, watch out world here we come.