e t l t y e k j

cloudy warm days wrapped up in,' you touched my foot? '

skinny boys with black rimmed glasses

strawberry motor oil

hairy legs

and wrapping you around my finger

i know it comes and goes, but

when it's there, it's like her face smiling back into my green eyes

just looking for another girl

your strange and i like you

curly crazy hair, you say your old

but i know your just another peterpan with a sink full of old books

i texd you the other day, but it wasn't you

he asked me if i worked for the state and i shook my head

your jacket doesn't fit you anymore

and i like your watch

as you bite your lip, kinda, ho hum smile

thinking to yourself, i'm not really looking at you

like that

cory's got my number

laying in bed

playing war



friendly fire

and he looks off not waiting to hear it

it wasn't my idea

can i say i'm sorry and come back again?

i ask you for the clash, but you give me willie nelson

even tho you said, i couldn't anymore, that you didn't know how to feel about it

i don't even know your name, your age, or if you still want me

the way i want you

you only return to torture me more

i'm sorry i fell asleep

warped glass in her eyelashes

i dream of her

but i make into what i wish you saw

the dumb, it's the worst part

the way he looks at you, that feeling, that's my feeling

cold goosebumps of lazy summer days

sitting on your face

you use to do it all the time

if you feel bitter i will understand

every time i start with something new

i fold you in, like i was baking a angel food cake

i wish i could read you

i feel very small around you

like i'm in need of being broken, or held

temptation

crab apple blossoms touch the edges of her brown eyes

telekinetically sending you blooming crab apple trees and black water

i know i can't say anything to make it right

i need to find my happy thought, first

make a huge mark, be turned into something huge

smile shyly knowing it's me

the way her hand rests into the bottom of the paint

it's the perfection of the act of sex

be happy

be happy.

float with me up into that smell,

getting married on my mind

you're right they do turn green.

.for better or for worse.

it's like reading a really heart broken history book.

did you notice all the things i miss about you are actual full thoughts not just things.

i've had enough, of myself.

any time you hate someone that much, you love them in equal stride, if not more.

only, it makes me wonder how some people fit in.

you were right when you said that i feel like no one is ever gonna love me enough.

it's because i can't wrap my head around the fact that i'm not a waste of carbon.

i measure myself in people's first impression of me.

muse mentality.

the only way i got over mia, was letting go of letting go.

she's lost control again.

so what's the word, yo?

your at the cross roads serena

which is it gonna be?

up?

or,

down?

can you sink below to get higher?

are you gonna have to see the darkness, pressed up against your face to want the light?

how far can too far go?

i'm waltzing with death.

and i wonder if you trust me, or you just think i'm bluffing.

i started missing you so long ago, it's blooming now.

like all the sweet smelling trees me and my bike pass by.

wishing we were in japan, kissing cherry blosoms on the tips of our noses.

you told me to ask you when i was ready.

i'll try.

. . . .

everyone else loves her face too

sitting in the dark whiskey drunk

and i wanna be your girlfriend

they turn a strange amber green

thinking about you

passing fields of dead grass

bob whispering in my ear

severed roots wrapped up in the beard you wore

cracked hands, blushed eyes

crying into your shoulder

i can't remember which one of me has told you what

and where are you tonight, baby blue?

i knew i'd bite straight thro my tongue

wishing for your shaking hands around my newly defined hips

writing by hand hurts me so badly

i'm trying to be punk again nik and owen at my back

blue and green with red in the middle

( barely )

you don't have to read in between the lines,

. . . . ,

it's all about you.

this is my all female top five

yes i'm drunk so i'm admitting to it




girlfriend - avril lavigne



i love rock n roll- joan jett and the blackhearts



dreaming my dreams of you - cowboy junkies



perfidia - phyllis dillion



cherry oh baby - pauline black

. . .

i scare myself, i wish you'd be as worried about me as i am.

my two front teeth are all broken!

cute faces you make when you talk.

resend tex as to why you fell for me. if i type resend as one word it's my name

i just want u 2 b the cheerful ludicrous girl i fell 4.

yeah i had to look it up, shut up.

' i loved a woman once and child i'm told '

slashers, burnt house, and my life in ruins

black spatter, done left and gone on

i'm cold, numb, and devoid of any kind of love you wanna throw my way

i'm tried so tried

it's over and i'm still pushing, stop me before the finally spill comes

it's gonna be quick

and then well be together on that lonely, lovely, sandy beach

just you and me watching those waves roll in and out

can you see me coming i'm so close now

they don't understand the depths of it

how close that bathtub and white dog are

that cute summer smile and laugh

that makes all the girls love you

we were good together, i tell him that

and they all roll their eyes

what have i done to myself

cut, burns, hangovers

and this overwhelming loneliness

it's broken, don't try to call it and save it

it's gone off that dove's wing

and i love her face so much

i wish i ever loved myself the way you saw me

splattered with salt

make it past light after light

voices in the distance

it would be just my luck for someone to catch me

blood, i did say harder

it's all a little scary locked in the green house of glory

i'm not gonna make it

say you're goodbyes while they last

' i gave her my heart but she wanted my soul '