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..