Saturday, December 20, 2008

half a pack of lights and many many drinks later i went bowling.
the time: 1am ish
ugh.
it's that horrid sinking feeling again.
the morning after syndrome.
and i don't mean a hangover either.
woke up this morning with an irresistable desire to talk to her.
to hear her laugh.
see her smile.

how absurd i must sound

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

it's not gonna get blunter than this. :O

Ferocious angels send me falling stars
But i know just how dangerous wishes are
Ferocious angels watch me come and go
But i'm not too smart to go barging off of roof tops, though

Sit out september on the window sill
'cause you can't drink wine from a two dollar bill
Saint christopher lives on the end of a quill
Leave him a diamond in your last will

He doesn't dangle by the seraphim
He only wants a pretty face by him so
How could you want him when you know you could have me?

Monday, December 8, 2008

You're leaving so soon
Never had a chance to bloom
But you were so quick
To change your tune
Don't look back
If I'm a weight around your neck
Cos if you don't need me
I don't need you

Saturday, December 6, 2008

So denied so I lied are you the now or never kind
In a day and a day love I'm gonna be gone for good again
Are you willing to be had are you cool with just tonight
Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well

Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon

Put your name on the line along with place and time
Wanna stay not to go I wanna ditch the logical
Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well

Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon

All my time is froze in motion
Can't I stay an hour or two or more
Don't let me let you go
Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well

Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

You. You were a friend.
You were a friend of mine
I let you spend the night
You see how it was my fault.
Of course it was mine.
I'm too hard at work.
Have you ever heard of anything so absurd ever in your life.
I'm sorry for wasting your time.

Who am I to say this situation isn't great?
It's my job to make the most of it
Of course I didn't know that it would happen to me.
Not that easy.

Hey what's that you say?
You're not blaming me for anything that's great
But I don't break that easy.
Does it fade away?
So that's why I'm apologizing now for telling you
I thought that we could make it
I just don't get enough to believe that we've
both changed.

Who am I to say this situation isn't great?
It's my time to make the most of it
How could I ever know that this would happen to me,
not that easy, no
All along the fault is up for grabs
why don't you have it
Well it's for sale go make your offer,
I'll sell it for no less than what I bought it for
Pay no more than absolutely zero.

Well neither one of us deserves the blame
because opportunities moved us away
And it's not an easy thing to learn to play
a game that's made for two
that's you and me
The rules remain a mystery.
See it can be easy.

Who am I to say this situation isn't great?
It's our time to make the most of it
How could we ever know that this would happen to me,
not that easy, no
All along the fault is up for grabs
and there you have it
Well it's for sale go make your offer,
I'll sell it for no less than what I bought it for
Pay no more than absolutely zero.
found an old album today.
from a trip i had to thailand years ago.
how nostalgic.
and a sinking feeling inside me tells me i long to return to those days.
when life was simple.
people were simple.
sure i dressed like a slob and looked like an idiot then
but hell, those days were good.
but the trip to thailand was great though.
i miss those days.
i miss the old you.
what's happened to us all?
We've run out of words we've run out of time

Monday, December 1, 2008

everyone know's she aint gonna do it.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Let me go, boys let me go
Push my boat from the highest cliff to the sea below
Rocks are waiting, boys rocks await
Swoop down from the sky and catch me like a bird of prey

Now my feet won’t touch the ground
Now my head won’t stop
You wait a lifetime to be found
Now my feet won’t touch the ground

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

I'll tell you boys, it's tough to be alone
And it's tough to love a doll that's not your own
I'm through with all of them
I'll never fall again
Say boy, watcha gonna do?

I'm gonna buy a Paper Doll that I can call my own
A doll that other fellas cannot steal
And then those flirty, flirty guys with their flirty, flirty eyes
Will have to flirt with dollies that are real

When I come home at night she will be waiting
She'll be the truest doll in all this world
I'd rather have a Paper Doll to call my own
Than have a fickle-minded real live girl