Sunday, 29 March 2009

no laurel tree, just green envy.

I picked you out Of a crowd and talked to you Said I liked your shoes You said thanks can I follow you? So it's up the stairs And out of view No prying eyes I poured some wine I asked your name you asked the time Now it's two o'clock, the club is closed we're up the block Your hands on me I'm pressing hard against your jeans Your tongue in my mouth Trying to keep the words from coming out You didn't care to know Who else may have been you before I want a lover I don't have to love I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck Where's the kid with the chemicals? I thought he said to meet me here but I'm not sure I got the money if you got the time You said it feels good I said I'll give it a try Then my mind went dark We both forgot where your car was parked Let's just take the train I'll meet up with the band in the morning Bad actors with bad habits Some sad singers They just play tragic And the phone's ringing And the van's leaving Let's just keep touching Let's just keep keep singing I want a lover I don't have to love I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk Where's the kid with the chemicals I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full I need some meaning I can memorize The kind I have always seems to slip my mind But you but you You write such pretty words But life's no story book Love's an excuse to get hurt And to hurt "Do you like to hurt?" "I do! I do!" "Then hurt me."

Saturday, 21 March 2009

I just want to make a clean escape.

We made love on the living room floor
With the noise in the background of a televised war
And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say
“If we walk away, they’ll walk away”

I am feeling like that was good enough.
Because lust is an instinct, it isnt love.
The future grows brighter every minute,
every second.
Faces will change and so will I.
It's gonna be fucking wicked. ;)

Wednesday, 18 March 2009

Friday, 13 March 2009

Wednesday, 11 March 2009

We're going down swinging.

I envy the man with the gun in the parking lot,
holding a guy up against a wall with no physical force.
He holds someone's life in his fist,
I'd give anything to have that kind of control.

Tuesday, 10 March 2009

;;call it off

pass me a flamethrower
for fighting colder nights with fiery fists
give me ivory and gold over
car windscreens and white sheets.

Saturday, 7 March 2009

Fell out of bed;

What a match, I'm half doomed and you're semi-sweet
So boycott love detox just to retox
And I'd promise you anything for another shot at life
And perfect boys with their perfect lives
Nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy.

Friday, 6 March 2009


All i ever write about is catching up with me,
I'm leaving everyone for a house by the sea.
I'm your favorite alibi for melodrama,
you wanted to think of yourself as someone who did these kinds of things.
Do I look good or is it just the storybook romance,
That you read to yourself and wish to be living?

Sugar cubes could melt on your tongue
(but i won't no thanks no way
i'm made for greater things than fulfilling your dreams)

Let the city take me away from a worn out record that's a year over-played.

Sunday, 1 March 2009

I'm going in for the kill .

We can fight our desires but when we start making fires,
We get ever so hot whether we like it or not.
They say we can love who we trust but what is love without lust?
Two hearts with accurate devotions and what are feelings without emotions?

i cant listen to quiet music at the moment.
everything has to be loud.
it has to take over.