Sunday, April 12, 2009
Sketches for My Sweetheart the Drunk
moody as smoke billows out of black canisters
everything but and dreaming about lost people who i can't touch anymore
so much right and so little wrong, in a strange way all i want is to be alone
this is such a strange feeling for me
consumed up in one other person not wanting to deal with the outside
sounds and goosebumps
dreaming we can just be dreams, i mean friends
thinking about how cute and nice your best friend is
hugs
and how much trouble that got me into last time
my fingertips are dry and dyed
thinking about how good it is just to lay in bed with you
listening to your thoughts
is this it, all over again
why does easter move around?
and what are you doing today?
prickly cold leg hair
waiting, . . .
strawberries and marinating meat
why can i just get along with my friends
and not be a hater
can't wait for crap apple blossoms a new
why is there no doubt in my mind
you'll be there
the titanic was unsinkable
good thing i'm a little over weight
can't wait to get burned into submission
taking over the nature inside me
it's a strange retaliation
are we still best friends?
or have we replaced each other?
secret gardens, easter baskets, and wondering
wondering if i'll ever fall in love with you
and what happens if i can't?
will i burn all your mix tapes?
throw away all your files?
do i really have the need to bury people so much?
maybe i should just take my own advice and know
someday all my feelings for you will just faded away
leaving me a little more on empty than
the hole i started with
Thursday, April 9, 2009
this is our last goodbye.
you call to tell me we can never be friends any more,
after i've offered you my littlest shred of sympathy
jett told me i was inviting trouble and now i for sure believe him
when you tell me you don't want to be the boy who never stops being in love with me,
i have to smile because your admitting defeat before you've even finished your sentence
wishing i had the phone charging from jett
phones gonna die
slip on pants to go talk to you in the wind
i tell you i enjoyed the ticket i had for your ride
the world a mess
wild at heart and weird on top
can't make the tears come to my eyes
just like that night way back when with
the tears of black streaming down my face
and the razors blade in my mouth
not as cute as me and not as smart as me
and we all know it
i wondering if that's what she meant by you don't want anything else
lets go break bottles in the alley way
where i'm gonna jump you
and cut your face off kid
clean off
just wanna tell you one last time
i love you
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
.old.
long time lover of my past
floating like a ghost in my old hotel room
many teared night past in a smelly little hole
treading you, as a thought, over
while listen to old blues
on the old radio
thinking about putting a lil tom waits in the mix
wishing for an outlet no one i care about sees
twitter on twitter
useless floating past thoughts caught up in dream catchers of time
cure on repeat everything time your in my bed
sleeping a little closer to heaven
for fear of love sifting in thro the cracks like a well trained old ghost
skip on that lost highway of love baby
have you seen him?
shape shifters in the night
shoes laces wrapped around old dying flowers
purple with green eyes of jealousy
has it really come to this
missing those sweet demon'd eyes
paulie draws, shriek types, and jett's peterpan
were a happy family
me, mom, and dad
play that harmonica one more time for me baby
play that sweet old blues to bed
let me wake another day
sweeterness on my lips of lost old sorrows
i just can't seem to let go of
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