reAlity bytes

snore the dust off the door - byte my tongue
one-ups for guts we never knew you had
i traded up best laid plans for laying down
the headaches we're never the same again

blew kisses to love bounced off walls
nobody wants to see the boy fall

my knackered joints are on knee's
- put my chest in a sling
camera smiles only coming out in the dark
but not quite glowing

goosebumps mapping out my thoughts again
as if the rings around my eyes weren't enough to draw you in


i need a 'his and hers' system crash for 'bashful boys' and 'pass girls'
cause all the blushes have taken a turn for the worse

chorus (if there is one)

X-O-X-P
''till next year's'' aren't getting any younger
X-O-X-P
lucky for me i dabble in tragedy





(don't look at this dave this is for our bands songs)

i'm na-na-narcoleptic, pickin' fights with love
''don't worry i'm stayin' busy'' oh, oh, no
pullin' myself apart for the stitch back up
oh the trips are worth every scar

saw the la-la lamppost swallow loneliness when it traded vows with the pavement
said, I said
said, I said
''what i'd give to be caught in between''

chin-up,
oooo baby glows
so jet set,
golds leakin' out her glands
bankrupt those baby-browns and run
"you're done"


''greetings'' from the infirmary
well, didn't you hear the headlines?
of coarse, I've been keeping clean
i'm the "favorite" and "she's had her time"

it goes without saying, when i say your on your own
and hope it cuts right to the bone


there's something so romantic about a shot in the dark
where kisses blur--
blew them in the back of hollowed out cars


chin-up,
oooo baby glows
so jet set,
golds leakin' out her glands
bankrupt those baby-browns and run
"you're done"

oh fake a smile,
and swear me you'll keep this awkward
if he knew he had you swooning he wouldn't have bothered


chin-up,
oooo baby glows
so jet set,
golds leakin' out her glands
bankrupt those baby-browns and run
"you're done"



blazin'

buh buh

double-wheel rotary ditcher, dig me a place to rest my head
oh how it hurts, cause this world can't get it to learn

no god oh
sometimes you make me feel so alone
and I'd spare a rib to make this place feel home


spinning circles in federation square




captains on passenger planes, and single-serving friends
i know it's not the romance you dreamt up as a little girl
but don't you think it's worth it -
if it gets us to the ends of the earth?

..

and you won't won't won't know anything
except i'm only missing me, me, me

hands together for headaches,
the ones that come with you
i'm droppin' pills for my debut blues
all puppet strung in love with our own doubts
babies born "black-belt"
yet to master himself

pocket stare's keep me in check.
and miss "speculum" reflect my head
like a star to my wall
since i don't glow in the dark no more

ooooh ooooh
pinch me till it hurts
burned out promises on the way home again.
and you won't won't won't know anything
except he's only missing
ooooh ooooh
pinch me till it hurts
burned out promises on the way home again.
and you won't won't won't know anything
except i'm only missing

me, me, me and my misery

you could kick, kick, my head offside
before i draw up my lines
starry-eyed teens tipping hats on the streets
infamy's few and far between

lonely road, back and forth i go
oh, i'll hang my head-ached head on your bed stand
don't keep safe that golden band
cause i'm no, no, no, auto yes-man

ooooh ooooh
pinch me till it hurts
burned out promises on the way home again.
and you won't won't won't know anything
except he's only missing
ooooh ooooh
pinch me till it hurts
burned out promises on the way home again.
and you won't won't won't know anything
except i'm only missing

me, me, me and my misery

me, me, me and my misery



homesick for nights spent on my own
these friends i grew up with never felt more alone
whenever i let loose my blue-eyed soul
i can't recall you ever wanting to call
so call it quits

ooooh ooooh
pinch me till it hurts
burned out promises on the way home again.
and you won't won't won't know anything
except he's only missing
ooooh ooooh
pinch me till it hurts
burned out promises on the way home again.
and you won't won't won't know anything
except i'm only missing

me, me, me and my misery

me, me, me and my misery

2am Lockout fr Chests

I've been weighing the pros and cons of you not here, a couple of extra pillows fr headrests doesnt quite compare to feeling yr breathe brng the hairs on the back of neck to a standing ovation - the room thunders fr you. Nd im on my knees

Curtain Calls On Walkabouts

baby can't boss his way outta the worry's that line his forehead
sorry, daddy's got you brand new friends and you'll have to grow into them
laced the journals with finger traps,
watch your pupils open up
isn't it just so blue on both sides of the fence?

don't look twice, there's a boy on stage singing' to himself again
I just need to get to you
if failure had it's field day, I'm up on shoulders
HEY knock knock
a thimble for a ruse

I guess that frown didn't quite beat the wind change
doesn't matter, mother just needs to see you grow strong
and i've been casting "so-longs" like bricks off the overpass
cause all we really need is something to write home about

don't look twice, there's a boy on stage singing' to himself again
I just need to get to you
if failure had it's field day, I'm up on shoulders
HEY knock knock
a thimble for a ruse

bah bah, bah bah bah

don't look twice, there's a boy on stage singing' to himself again
I just need to get to you
if failure had it's field day, I'm up on shoulders
HEY knock knock
a thimble for a ruse


---------------------------

tick tock,
tick tock
somebody's stirring such a fuss
worry worry
little star
nobody knows who you are

Bez, Knows The Score

rosey-cheeked, checkered black & blue
he's jumping hoops through the rings you ran around him
sweating kerosene
remembering how you set the sky alight
my scuffed knee's deep in tragedy
and there's one boy left that treads the thought
that you'd still waste your time on him

hail the--
heart breaker's with offside ovations
to hot and bothered to care for a bearing that only lead home
i could be yr catcher -
just write off the misses
singin' it like you've dragged this on your own

wishin' that i bottled love and blew kisses off the coast
cause the desertions kinda getting old
pissed vows in the streets
- somehow do us part
I'm narcoleptic, pickin' fights with dusk
so my lips slur
something romantic about a shot in the dark
and your dress whirls
a dance i don't ever wanna stop

hail the--
heartbreaker's with offside ovations
to hot and bothered to care for a bearing that only lead home
i could be yr catcher -
just write off the misses
singin' it like you've dragged this on your own

I could be your catcher
I could be your catcher
just write off the misses
singin' it like you've dragged this on your own

I could be your catcher
I could be your catcher
just write off the misses
singin' it like you've dragged this on your own

heart-breaker's with offside ovations
to hot and bothered to care for a bearing that only lead home

hail the--
heartbreaker's with offside ovations
to hot and bothered to care for a bearing that only lead home
i could be yr catcher -
just write off the misses
singin' it like you've dragged this on your own

ba-da beep, did you get the message i left?
all 'get-wells' and 'sorrys' i shouldn't have slipped
these pearl eyes won't come out of their shells
just to see my friends lose hope again

?

1...., Knows The Score
2. Shortchangin' The Painters & Dockers
3. Heres, Lookin At You, Kid
4. ......
5. Curtain Calls On Walkabouts
6. Mister. Prozac

field day
cornerstone, cellar door
to the man
hopeless

Shortchangin' The Painters And Dockers

(verse 1)
I'm just a boy in an empty city, with vintage ma-ma-misery,
a one night oh-oh-odyssey,
so give my head a minute to get outta' living
and broken bone, you're so alone
you just need that suede suit of skin to take you home

cause tonight you look like you could, but you know you won't


(chorus)
well good luck kid, i tip my head
and hope, hope, hope you don't, don't need it
playing two-up on you're window sill
with a bitter, bitter, bitter, pill

(verse 2)
just one floor from a let down, hoping that your a hit enough to break my fall.
if only for the fame, his dearest catch of the da-da-da-da-da-da-day, late.
well I've been told, "you make this town feel old,"
the worst part's I already know,

I'm just a waistcoat with a peachy grin gathering dust on your bedroom floor.

(chorus)
well good luck kid, i tip my head
and hope, hope, hope you don't, don't need it
playing two-up on you're window sill
with a bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter pill

(bridge)

uh, uh, uh

toss a coin, fall in line
with everything everyone's ever said about you
you're an over night success story without the stars
our 'tear-catcher' of the sky.


(chorus)
well good luck kid, i tip my head
and hope, hope you don't need it
playing two-up on you're window sill
with a bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter pill

well good luck kid, i tip my head
and hope, hope, hope you don't, don't need it
playing two-up on you're window sill
with a bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter pill

Yeah, Mister Prozac Is Some Pick-Pocket

Neverland never seemed so far,
but yr my second star to the right
of my wrongs

table manners

I'm nothin' but another scar on that steel trap you call a heart.

I know this isn't love but
I sure could use a way out
why do I find out who I'm not
whenever i start to realize who you really are?

If i was giving a nickel everytie i was givin..

cheap handshakes in the pews
&bad-habit's teaching old-friends new tricks
I'd be "drop-dead" rich.
but I'm still yr slightly off-center, rotting, rocking chair - keeping you off balance.
Another antique making his grandiose entrance on yr folks porch,
with a fistful of thorns - with which to draw love.
makes me wonder on where all those 'disregarded door-bells' call home?
- most likely somewhere on my street
where even the fallen leaves that gather like loose change at my feet,
call for second chances which they'll never receive.
because to be like me, is to be an empty bottle -
you'd only keep me as a reminder of a night you can't even remember.
hidden away from the mother's and father's that pretend they don't know you drink yourself to sleep.
"no-one knows you like i do" comes prior to picking you out of the room,
and heading to the well-used rooftops we're only the ghosts of loneliness congregate.
I'm "true-blue" but not in the way the term was intended to be used.
yr eyes are my noose,
but thankfully yr kiss is the blade that cuts through rope and saves my life.
and LOVE is the only word i know that can be broken down into a thousand, and still mean exactly the same thing - every single time.

"lets hear it for headaches"
the ones that come with you
and drop a pill for my debut blues
all puppet strung in love with my own doubts
born "black-belt"
yet to master myself

pocket stare's keep me in check.
and miss "speculum" reflect my head
like a star to my wall
since i don't glow in the dark no more

i will never let you get me down
uh-uh-uptown, and swollen gland
keep my misery a third wheel - we could drive all night
and i want, want to find a way to be with you
as much as i need to find a way to be me, me, me, me

me, me, me and my misery

you could kick, kick, my head offside
before i draw up my lines
starry-eyed teens tipping hats on the streets
infamy's few and far between

lonely road, back and forth i go
oh, i'll hang my head-ached head on your bed stand
don't keep safe that golden band
cause i'm no, no, no, no, yes-man

i will never let you get me down
uh-uh-uptown, and swollen gland
keep my misery a third wheel - we could drive all night
and i want, want to find a way to be with you
as much as i need to find a way to be me, me, me, me

me, me, me and my misery

homesick for nights spent on my own
these friends i grew up with never felt more alone
whenever i let loose my blue-eyed soul
i can't recall you ever wanting to call
you'd only call it quits,
you'd only call it quits



i will never let you get me down
uh-uh-uptown, and swollen gland
keep my misery a third wheel - we could drive all night
and i want to find a way to be with you
as much as i need to find a way to be me, me, me, me

me, me, me and my misery

Grave Or Gold, (She's Still A World Class Digger)

i woke up in a cradle like a casket with you
to "true blue"s,
and "baby boy rests his head"s.
I'll still bloom into you're room
with more poise than he ever could.

you can keep telling yourself I'm not your only one
but, good luck, finding sucker number...?
I won't bother you, any more, than you bothered to care.
broken record mend my head

'cause yellow brick road, you're only a way home
and there's no place like on my own
"tin head" till do us part
in the sense you're falling in love, or falling apart

they say "you're on fire."
but the kid casts tears on umbrella smiles
and i'm the press, cameras out, waiting to catch you burn up, on arrival

you can keep telling yourself I'm not your only one
but, good luck, finding sucker number...?
I won't bother you, any more, than you bothered to care.
broken record mend my head

'cause yellow brick road, you're only a way home
and there's no place like on my own
"tin head" till do us part
in the sense you're falling in love, or falling apart

Oz

say this city never sleeps, then since when did we?
dry my eyes, oil my heart
"tin head", till do us part
just lost another part of me, in you
like heartache in the hospital emergency room
then
my old boardwalk blues built yellow brick roads
there's no place like home,
there's no place like on my own
so stop, drop dead, and roll another cigarette
signing off.
casket chest.

mister prozac

If I'm (home suite or
honeymoon) in a glass room,
my jealousy threw stones to it.
i press my head against a star,
so i can be somebody
to wish upon

i'm slipping through my village green,
blues


all ALPHAholic's to AManonymous,
and "kiss, kiss my good name" goodbye's
tired out theriac eyes,
so they call me "mister prozac"

step two's, somewhat a doozy
when i'm one foot in the gurney,
and your one foot in my head
st-st-st-stepping all over me, all over again

and

no-no-nostalgia's hell on the exit
to your window ledge
but if i say so myself
loneliness don't get much better than this

i'm slipping through my village green,
blues


all ALPHAholic's to AManonymous,
and "kiss, kiss my good name" goodbye's
tired out theriac eyes,
so they call me "mister prozac"

whoa oh,
whoa oh, oh, oh, oh
whoa oh,
whoa oh, oh, oh, oh

whoa oh,
whoa oh, oh, oh, oh
whoa oh,
whoa oh, oh, oh, oh



all ALPHAholic's to AManonymous,
and "kiss, kiss my good name" goodbye's
tired out theriac eyes,
so they call me "mister prozac"

all ALPHAholic's to AManonymous,
and "kiss, kiss my good name" goodbye's
tired out theriac eyes,
so they call me "mister prozac"

all ALPHAholic's to AManonymous,
and "kiss, kiss my good name" goodbye's
tired out theriac eyes,
so they call me "mister prozac"

Hoyer Lift My Head

remember when we took our chances,
on shots in the hospital,
with whatever we could get our hands on?

and with white coats spewin' blue notes from troubled throats,
i knew a diary couldn't keep this down
so i wrote it out on the patient charts
of lover's charmed by a bouquet of a

standing ovation,
no, no, no, no, no, no chaser's

what an applause.
you lived a life worth living for
sleep well
while this sleepless town
will never let me live you..

what an applause.
you lived a life worth living for
sleep well
while this sleepless town
will never let me live you down

three cheers for third stories
and the hope yr tear catcher eyes catch me
hoyer lift my head off the sidewalk
and here's to you comin' back:

"someone to write home about"

what an applause.
you lived a life worth living for
sleep well
while this sleepless town
will never let me live you..

what an applause.
you lived a life worth living for
sleep well
while this sleepless town
will never let me live you down

"Esio Trot."

trading in golden years for pillbox rings, anything to help nod off his teens.
your fey words fall on deaf ears, cos' it's not growing up, it's giving in.
never saw myself a chip off the old block,
I'm more or less the shoddy plank that let the ship down,
and everyone else.
my one love - another notch in your belt.

we're alone, and it shows
teens leaking from the sockets of our prefect eyes, oh
leading me in
to another night spent on my own

step one, somewhat a doosie
tripping on your folks porch in the evening
to running nosebleeds along the coastline in a gurney
just to see
my best friends again
and rosy red debutante's saving their lips
for a rainy day, and well

we're alone, and it shows
teens leaking from the sockets of our prefect eyes, oh
leading me in
to another night spent on my own

growing up's just going down with half the grace -
so i cast my flatline off the pier, and caught my summer love in flames
i jumped chest first into this one -
ear mark the shortness of breath in my lungs
and turn my face to the sun

we're alone, and it shows
teens leaking from the sockets of our prefect eyes, oh
leading me in
to another night spent on my own

we're alone, and it shows
teens leaking from the sockets of our prefect eyes, oh
leading me in
to another night spent on my own
xx

Senorita Omeaga

"dream catcher", catch her ha, ha, happiness
on the window ledge of her widow head
aches hang beside my bedside blues
making manners out of matters of you're holy truth

light up that cigarette
angel you'll be in heaven soon
but no, i won't be there to greet you
cos' you know you're the ghost of sleeplessness
when Z's mark off my calendar's

on you're lipstick, i can taste persistence
so bootstrap you're teens back to his suite
with him and you're in, in, in, in
innocence intact

i will never know
what goes on inside you're head
but i fall more in love,
every time you fall apart

every last time third times the charm
and you're two off, a one night stand
off between the boy i am
and the man i should have been

on you're lipstick, i can taste persistence
so bootstrap you're teens back to his suite
with him and you're in, in, in, in
innocence intact

i will never know
what goes on inside you're head
but i fall more in love,
every time you fall apart

Yr gossip mouth gets me off

pawn shop heart, trade me up

I Don't Know About You But..

A journalist would jump four stories for this sort of thing.
photograph the crash landing.
we will prove, you can bake your cake and eat it to.
roll around with me
in red, yellow, green and blue pasture’s.
back to basic’s.
just to sate your sweet tooth for disaster.

we will all be revealed for who we are eventually.
sooner rather than later.

shout out to myboldandbeautifuldeadend.tsomethingr.com
when you've got you're story, run along kid

aboutme.

a firm believer in my pick pocket fingertip politics
which usually end in her best dress ripped
rather than any form of real progress,
over the years I've guttered my dreams
pulled away the hair from the city i threw up in
ambition has set shop in my chest
selling out every step i take
so long live mother's favorite mess.
XO

Double Dare Me, Vanity

c'mon the covers can't cover this up
we're such a pretty mess
spilt smiles on yr bedroom floor
and hung them on our lips

and weeks spent in yr reflection
"haven't you found me yet?"
my therapists thinking it must be love,
well me "just a side effect.
"

well i know we won't go down without a fight
but i'm a lover with a habit to bed
so oh so sweet talkers
stay gold or stay right here

i see shooting stars and loaded words
aside my own decent
so i wear a desperate tragedy
underneath my skin

and i confess i'm only missing me
take a bow for staged dreams
and roses run through my veins
straight to the heart you threw up in

and the city never slept, i slipt into it's sheets
so melt yr eyelids
come see what melbournes made of me
yr crowds are woven puppets, composed of words to subtle
to see through our mirrored vanity

move out; breakdown

& a prayer will spill from my mouth
"oh love don't fail me now"
Neverland kneed
I'm not skipping a step
rather skipping through them
organ armed
nostalgic hymns in my embrace
but now i lie alone in a room build for two
i kiss a ghost
a bend in the mattress
a scent in the sheets i'd never shake
counting down days in blinks.

a banana peel complex.x.x.x.x

me & u vs. the pavement
i'd go face down
just to protect you from failure
image;
but don't want to see you do your hair in my review mirror.
i'm pretentious, vicious and surreptitious
my words are like well dressed weapons in the back of the head
.
but baby i'm putting down my gun
biting my tongue
and we'll be making love between every single line of every single song.

so slow down daring, and read between the lines like i read you
we won't.be slipping up


dr drling ima mess
bt billowng smthn sweet
ever since u bcame my pretti lttle chimney sweep
luv u.

xx

wrote her something last night.

but forgot it somewhere between a stilettoed silhouette of my favorite shadow.
and a kiss that could tear sheets.
but it's always something along the lines of i love you.
xx

So you know..

hope lost

but who knows what the next race will bring.

Hope > Hopeless

weathered thieves raining rings, could u bring yourself to marry me.

She's all pearls, I'm all shells.

Take me away before the tide does.

Best Wishes; Bad News

your best wishes are my bad news
and I'm anchored down on your front porch
postcards are just cracks in the floorboard
an eye through the keyhole of closed doors

innocence, just made progress
kissed stone sheets with velvet lips
slipped our hands up welcome mats
a drop of sweat sunk the thermostat

and how does it feel
when anyone could fall in love with you?

My Well Dressed Disease

dressed down
a dangerously contagious
caricature of this evenings spill
the kind that licks the boardwalk
leaves a kiss on the window pane
a tear in my best suit
a tear in the corner of the eye,
i made from the corner of the room.

This Is Dreaming.

so life takes low blows,
but throws in the towel when it gets to messy
some kind of screwed sense of mutual respect
If i remixed the reality of this
would you dance to it?
or would you bash the DJ for all the skipped beats?
for me, my dreams like some kind of contagious disease
spreading like wild fire,
burning out the minds of everyone around me
down under we need the fire to survive
the heat released the seed
like my dreams release the potential in those i keep close to me

chasing down someone to blame for all the shitty things.
but a kiss for those who keep me dreaming.

"speaker! speaker! speak to me!"

That's Envy.

my eyes undress her fashion sense, years of progress
but baby still looks better in skin
this evenings proof she pulls off puppet strings
she's dust of a former death wish she wished came true
painting a boys face blue in the corner of the room
i knew.

i walked through walls i set myself, the first step broke them all down.

Sick To The Stomach

nahhalfgradepoetryneededhere,itwouldjustbealie,iwishiknewwhereshewas,iloveher,butimslipping,
i'vegotafewthingsgoingforme,butihavenofingerstocountthemwith.
helloisthereanyoneoutthere?

cash this in.

i took what she said with a pinch of gold
sold sixteen candles to a teenage lover
business is good.
she undressed these words like clothes to the floor
she's bold AND beautiful,
her tongue is forked
"eat my heart out, or talk the talk"

who needs inhibitions, when you have ambition?

I've got it in spades, but I'm starting to realize
i have more or less enough to dig my own grave.

Chardonnay Pt. 2

i read my fortune's face down
and she's the patron saint of selling out
spitting our secrets off building tops
i for one keep my mouth locked up

this teenage romance is an open casket
more than room for two, theres room to move
just a tad to dramatic, a tad to nostalgic
to handle the truth

am i going crazy, is she dancing with me?
sleeping on the pavement
with her make up on my teeth
threw trash out to passing cars
if i know you, you don't know who you are

my minutes are picking up the pieces
tonights slipping through her fingertips
it's too soon to make the news
but never to soon to make the moves

we're a safe bet, but over stretched
spent torn buttons from empty pockets
i'll paint your best dress
young baby blue to restless ruby red

am i going crazy, is she dancing with me?
sleeping on the pavement
with her make up on my teeth
threw trash out to passing cars
if i know you, you don't know who you are

[instrumental bridge]

am i going crazy, is she dancing with me?
sleeping on the pavement
with her make up on my teeth
threw trash out to passing cars
if i know you, you don't know who you are

am i going crazy, is she dancing with me?
sleeping on the pavement
with her make up on my teeth
threw trash out to passing cars
if i know you, you don't know who you are

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.

whoa dude.

light the fireworks, just to watch everyone stare up to the sky
thousands of years of so-called progression
and bright lights still turn heads
i think thats why I'm so in love with her
the fire in her eyes keeps me warm at night
avert my gaze for just a minute and she'd burn the house down
oh! what a night!
all the water in the world couldn't put us out.

theres plenty of fish in the sea
but she caught me.

dkjfhddgh

she paints my insides with butterflies
her toes buckle over from the stress of always standing on the tips
i wouldn't trade her in for a million dollar bills
because she's my million dollar baby.
she's worth ever last risk, and every last "phone a friend"
she makes me feel like I'm on both sides of the fence,
a part of me is always content, and a part of me always wants more of her,
the bruises on my back explain it all.

she's the lamp, and I'm the moth
she's the most beautiful thing I've seen in my life,
so I'd die for just one touch.
I maybe her knight in shining armor, but she's my sword
without each other we would surely fall.

we mark the lost ground we make in smiles and "nips on the cheek"


I'm not perfect, i can't always explain how i feel in first person.
the hardest part was finding someone who can hear me nonetheless.

xxx

I'll make dinner, if you make breakfast

i feel like I'm back on track,
or back on the road
depending on whether i want to go "tires" or "soles"
i go with the prior, I'm tired of walking on my own two feet
carry me back to my bedroom floor
spent far to much time alone
like spare change drawn from empty pockets
i just couldn't afford to feel that way any longer

she's not like the others
she doesn't flip coins to the poor just to watch them fall
she means every word that water's the rose that grows inside of me

i was burnt out to the butt of my cigarette
she lit me back to life again
she's the sweetest cancer caught in my throat

today i became the sea.

this is more or less, but most likely more,
closer to the truth
then any of the lies i let pass from my lips
honestly, I'm hopelessly short of my dreams
in the "on my tip toes, just can't reach" kind of way
i grow taller each year though,
i got the pen marks on my wall to prove it
eyes wide and an open casket
all comes together for my disaster
i believe in a god that hates religion
i don't trust in anything (wo)man made
I've lost count of the amount of "fours"
I've crossed out into "fives"
to number the relationships that have eaten me up inside
no ones without flaw, but we're not all at fault
we're just trying to find someone with a hint of soul
it only really takes a smile to shake me up inside
it's the 'follow up' that comes down to the win or loss.

I Pass.

under doctors orders, to replace my
guts and insides, for butterflies
fair trade, I'll string myself up and fly away

to late for a distinction
you know what they say about, dinner and business
when reason ran away with the moon
the stars came out to dance in two's

these are my best laid plans, as long as we're lying down
walk with me down the aisle, hand in hand behind our backs
we found fingers crossed gives us some sense of class

confidence is key

i got it in crates out the back of my mind,
i think its time i stocked up the shelves.

an escape pod for one (wait, theres two of us?)

I'm cutting myself off, but can't help but think i have no control.
like a fisherman and the fish,
I've been strung up, framed then thrown in and left behind.
thirty seconds of fame, thirty seconds of feeling alive,
only to be left swimming sideways with the sharks.
"theres plenty more fish in the sea."
pity this only means less attention for me.
my hearts in her handbag
the kind where it takes hours to find a thing.
"oh look i found my keys!"
nearly three months later, she still can't find me.
shake hands with strangers.
goes against everything i was ever told.
but it's either 'fold' or break my own rules.
i have to take second chances.
because I've run out of first impressions.

I've gone from a dreamer to a realist,
i think i lost something through the change.

will this weather ever end

the forcastes are for telling a future of either fake smiles and sunshine or rain made up of tears and the sweat it takes to make something work.

yeah i'm drinking.

I Have An Itch You'll Form A Rash

I'm a hopeless romantic for the hopelessly lost
what goods love when your stuck on the block
the kind with your hands tied with a 49' squarely placed at the foot of your neck.
theres just no getting out of it alive.
which ever way you look at it, I'm looking at it now,
my eyes never lie, and I'll sure never trust in my sixth sense,
its tempting me with temptations of greatness.
work it out
or head down south,
works for those up north but if i took your advice
I'd find myself tongue stuck up to the ice block.
yeah I'm that lonely.
you leaving me with no reason brings down self esteem
like a jump off the tallest building with nothing but the anvil tied up to my ankle.
brings me down just a little faster.

in this season we'll find peace,
or pieces with no one left to pick them up.

was the cut out fate,

or should i tell the telephone to leave it up to me to make my own mistakes?

my dreams

are growing faster than the people around me can run.

I Light A Dark Room With An Idea..

And my past lit up behind me, as if to say
go on 'kid, your going the right way
in the night i stabbed a vampire in the gut
"this is my world" i said, "find your own."
'too late for apologies', i don't get it.
is their a 'too early for apologies'?
and if so, am i running on time?
sing along to the saddest song we can find
while i dig a 99,
one short, but one step there
lets 2-step all the way to the G's and units.

call for peace with a hand grenade
I'm not one for politics
but we all have our obligations
and as long as history keeps looking down
I'll be hanging out in the lost and found.

19,000 years from now, find the old chest and dust it down.

I'll Be The Spark, You Be The Charred Leaves At My Feet (lets start some fires)

last call for alcohol
it looks like the end for lovers when,
sobers no longer cool
and the Jaeger's never full

i want you off this table
to the floor of my apartment
trust me, I'm better in bed
than this second rate conversation

your voice says no, no
but your body says whoa, whoa
so do you really want
to be caught up in this chorus

when we're back to the verse?

underneath the power lines,
we swore it wouldn't be the last time.
these words are just a line, but this world is ours
and we're singing for another sign

so your soul is slowly swamped
to tell you the truth it's such a turn on
you know, if only you'd let go
and make a move

your voice says no, no
but your body says whoa, whoa
so do you really want
to be caught up in this chorus

when this could be well rehearsed?

message sent.

i never did write you a song, maybe just another point to tick off on my "selfish list"
so for this if you can just imagine the melody, and perhaps imagine that i have the voice to carry this through
then we'll be set and maybe i could score a point or two.
your reflection will be burnt in my review mirror for as long as i still drive,
i would do anything to have you back in the corner of my eye,
smiling in the passenger seat where you belong.
and as long as the smallest of breathes pass through my lungs
i can't give up on you, i won't give up.
i am the "G" and we are the "C" in
"if you just Gave me one last Chance", i'd make it up.
you'll be getting a note every single day we're apart
"i love you Nina Kim Vo, i love you so fucking much."

i want you out of my dreams and back in my life.

VO

I drink imported vodka out of a coffee mug, cause i can never find a glass.
the irony, drinking 'night' out of 'morning' I'm starting to appreciate how people get so mixed up.
but then your the master of that aren't you baby brown-eyed girl who steals the dreams from those who open up their safes for you.
"hands up! and give me all your insides!"
you deal in the priceless, not the cash,
you earn far more than this world could ever hold this way,
you can cash in those souls.
you've collected to buy yourself a nice place in the after life, living in style, while we're all screaming, I'm sure mine will fetch you a tidy profit.
by popular demand heres a line to explain to all a little bit about what's even going on. "left" and I'm not talking about which hand i used to write this with.
man tonic water sucks,
no matter how much cordial you mix with it it just makes you want to cough up blood.
i guess its the tonic water or my heart imploding,
it's not all anger though, i will miss Lego star wars, the "whoa dude's" the smile, god i'll miss the smile.
surely working it out is easier than this.
oh and that "block" button, that I'm beginning to hate.

a 'fresh' start.

i say that as if i was ever "off"
i wasn't, i was let down again.
I'd like to think of myself as someone worth fighting for.
but then:

"you can't have everything you want."
surely you can have whats most important.
i wanted something real, something honest.

far, far, far to much to ask.

i hope you forget to tie your shoes next time you walk all over me.

Febuary is for Kings.

i've never been so excited for a month of music.

Soundwave festival, i didn't think All Time Low would hit Australian shores so soon,
i for one plan to make their stay a memorable one.

The Cab's album.
I've been so excited about this for as long as i have known about them and known Alex, they have been influential in the forming of our band and even in keeping us all on track on one occasion, I'm sure a flood of inspiration will wash over us in the wake of their debut release.

also planning to finally enter the studio with the band, we've worked hard the last six months and we will finally have something we can see and touch something which represents us and all the effort.
it's been a long ride and sure is worth it.

gotta get down to figuring out a title.

looking forward to Feb with open minds and open arms.

can't wait for your film.

so shocked there was nothing left to do but laugh.
but then thats how you like it
thats who we are
'shrugging off' disasters like a tackle on the footy field
life is life's greatest tackle
it knocks you down, and depending on circumstance, the strongest may not even rise.
i'ts safe to say that the stretcher to your last drive proves not only do the good die young,
if this is a dream, mornings light couldn't come soon enough.
a knights tale, the dark knight, you truly were decked out with the shining armor and heart of steel.
our patriot.

rest peacefully Heath for at this very moment the entire country is lost fr words and left with the thought:

"a mother and father should never outlive their son"

Hey. Pretty. Baby.

why do you cry when your crib is complete with enough [removed] to entertain the entire third world for three weeks?

The feeling you get when everythings going according to plan.

felt that rush at about 1:28
pm of coarse, nothing good comes of the afternoon.
not with us anyway.
the night is 'where we at'.
you know the streetlights and shooting stars that shine like they know something we don't.
our muse is something beautiful.
and i'm sitting next to mine right now.

if its what you need, we've got it here
if it breathes, grows, or moves we've written a song about it
and we are sure we will do you proud this time around.


were anchors down on a sinking ship
and i know you know your baggage floats
so stop with the 'save me', could you really blame me

when all we need right nows 'amen'

they call its POST hardcore 'cause its over.

i honestly say that in a nas "hip hop is dead" kinda way

but they do call indie shitty,
no that doesn't make sense, but then neither do your songs.

call a controversy across Melbourne city
it's the only way to get anything done.

Keep Out Of Reach Of Me

some day's i just don't know what to do with a smile
do i pocket it?
do i trade-in?
or just leave it out front of the nearest hospice?
in a matter of weeks, my chest will lose all hospitality for my heart.

♥

my minds a minefield but i need to take the risk, to think of all the things that make you simply you
my throats tied through, i choke on words i search to say,
my skin goes ice blue to Crystal clear in a matter of minutes
all this in an hour? It's a sure preview of this evenings party scene.
swing the focus this way, witness a diva's finest enterance
even the cameras and flashes silence the moment she enters the room.
attention ladies and gentlement, if the advertising campaign goes according to plan
we'll have brand new star stolen from the very same sky that washes light over her eyes tonite.
thanks for being yet another special girl we don't deserve.

Dollars And Dimes, Running Out Of Time, But Still Going Strong.

apparently my hairs a health hazard, its all fun and games till i have to cut back my fringe
god that makes me feel painting my eyes black and moaning about it on my own personal blogspot,
well i'm half way there, can't blame a boy for trying
you can find me behind the bar sipping down pot's of perspiration
i know what your' all thinking, "well fetch me a lager glass."
you know when your in a club at the end of the night, and all of a sudden the way people dance seems so uncoordinated.
that's me while i work, and I'll make a point to mention that XL shirts are 'fun' on a 'body type: medium build' frame,
i feel like I'm on the biggest loser trying on my old jeans, minus the ratings.
time goes fast when your loosing friends.

things to do: learn how to mix lemon lime and bitters (i get lost at lemon)

Break Up, Stay Out

I've been taking lessons in romance to no avail
cause i keep falling in love with teachers then doing them in
a case that pays off every time,
a win/win situation often sold with a grin
not this time though, this time i went in with a clear mind
i went in with intentions to never lie,
to never let down, to stay honest,
now I'm reeling from empty pockets trying to cover the cost.
I'll be fine I'll never be lonely with this pen in hand.
although being alone with nothing but my thoughts
is what scares me most, I'll give it another chance.
in the end all i wanted was someone who would be there
when i need her.
hallelujah for the new year..