making music till blue light and beyond
sing me that song
maybe i've heard it before
maybe
doesn't really matter
it's the perfect cup of tea
something familiar
brand new-like
strum on my
strum on
just strum on kinkos
we'll call him kinkos cause that's where i met him
we'll call him kinkos cause we're here all late night early morning style
if i'm 7/11 he's gotta be kinkos
always open we are
you tell me when music sleeps?
these words are dancing
dance with me
always wanted solo sessions
middle of the night
singing all the fucked up
telling all the pain
letting it go with the morning start
resonate for the day
soundtrack for a life
guess what
soundtracks are better live
just here, you and me in this apartment with kinkos
gonna get some smokes at 7/11
some donuts for round 2
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Friday, March 24, 2006
it's just a line until you made it a shape
i wanna rewind and do it again
feel it for real
be there with you
remember?
it was good
somewhere safe
somewhere real
touch me now
again just like that
kiss me right there
hug me tighter
pinch the skin on my elbow
let's turn it back
remember when you liked me so much
and i loved you so
a dress for you
mascara pointing at your heart
always
always
i miss us
i miss the hearts that made us
feel it for real
be there with you
remember?
it was good
somewhere safe
somewhere real
touch me now
again just like that
kiss me right there
hug me tighter
pinch the skin on my elbow
let's turn it back
remember when you liked me so much
and i loved you so
a dress for you
mascara pointing at your heart
always
always
i miss us
i miss the hearts that made us
Thursday, March 23, 2006
amputating sleep
some of the affects of little to no sleep are:
anxiety
paranoia
clicking jaw
sore limbs
back pain
heart pain
lack of appetite
not being able to handle too many sounds at one time
writing
crying, sometimes
very controlled numb tears
agitatation
clicking jaw
a bloody mouth, all the time
lack of emotion
exhaustion
silence
sadness
depression
in constant pain
clicking jaw
the needing, wanting and refusal of being alone
the ability to hear every minute sound
from that cat to the car to the creaking of my joints
to the difference between the refridgerator buzz and the heater hum
that bird and the other car driving the opposite direction
to the quiet burb of this computer and the neighbor approaching his door
to the sound of this tea hitting my lips and trinkling down my throat
clicking jaw
emptiness
a hollow cavity
gutted
hopeless
and you
fuck you
and you
fucking love you
and you
hate you
and you
no really, fuck you
and you
are fucking tearing me apart
and you
have no fucking idea
and you
i love
and you
drive me fucking crazy
and you
really really fuck you and fuck off
that indifferent feeling of driving with a blindfold on
walking right into a moving vehicle
smiling, kind of
in that numb, supposed to smile because that reminds me of something that used to make me happy kind of way
sleeping forever
clicking jaw
sleeping forever sounds very comforting
sudden death so close but never
and all of the above is why i can't sleep.
and all of the above is caused by no sleep.
i don't know which started which at this point.
but who cares?
what does it matter anyway.
the best sleep i had was with him. until that night. no not anymore. changes. should be used to it by now.
it's all good. i'm fine. the worst part is this jaw. fuck it's painful. and constant. when i eat. when i talk. when i yawn. when i sip my tea. it just never fucking stops.
anxiety
paranoia
clicking jaw
sore limbs
back pain
heart pain
lack of appetite
not being able to handle too many sounds at one time
writing
crying, sometimes
very controlled numb tears
agitatation
clicking jaw
a bloody mouth, all the time
lack of emotion
exhaustion
silence
sadness
depression
in constant pain
clicking jaw
the needing, wanting and refusal of being alone
the ability to hear every minute sound
from that cat to the car to the creaking of my joints
to the difference between the refridgerator buzz and the heater hum
that bird and the other car driving the opposite direction
to the quiet burb of this computer and the neighbor approaching his door
to the sound of this tea hitting my lips and trinkling down my throat
clicking jaw
emptiness
a hollow cavity
gutted
hopeless
and you
fuck you
and you
fucking love you
and you
hate you
and you
no really, fuck you
and you
are fucking tearing me apart
and you
have no fucking idea
and you
i love
and you
drive me fucking crazy
and you
really really fuck you and fuck off
that indifferent feeling of driving with a blindfold on
walking right into a moving vehicle
smiling, kind of
in that numb, supposed to smile because that reminds me of something that used to make me happy kind of way
sleeping forever
clicking jaw
sleeping forever sounds very comforting
sudden death so close but never
and all of the above is why i can't sleep.
and all of the above is caused by no sleep.
i don't know which started which at this point.
but who cares?
what does it matter anyway.
the best sleep i had was with him. until that night. no not anymore. changes. should be used to it by now.
it's all good. i'm fine. the worst part is this jaw. fuck it's painful. and constant. when i eat. when i talk. when i yawn. when i sip my tea. it just never fucking stops.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Saturday, March 18, 2006
i wanna know how you sleep at night ... or ever
i'm flipping the fuck out
can't stop it
anxiety
everything
my body is resisting this life
don't know
anything
it's ok it's ok
i'll be fine
just need a minute
gonna wash it off
fuck
fuck
it's ok its ok its ok
i just can't slow it down long enough
in the middle of rush and i never clock out
it's cool. i'm cool. i'm tough. i can take it. this too shall pass. don't need help.
i got this one
i got it
cool
good
fuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool
i know i know i know
i got it i can do it i got it i'll take it
it's ok ok ok ok ok ok
gonna wash it off
walk giant
clean house
cook
go to work
a double again
no drugs
no drugs
no drugs
no pill
i got it
face it
i get it
face it
okay sing
okay dance
okay act
ok now
ok work
ok yes
ok always
ok love
ok sure
ok what
no ok i heard you
ok i'm coming
ok i'll be there
ok there i am
ok i'm present
ok i said it
ok i did it
ok it's on me
ok my responsibility
ok change
ok i got it already
ok take me to the hospital
ok give me some morphine
ok sleep forever
ok not today
ok i miss you
ok i don't
alright already
no more
no more arianna no more
stop
sleep
live
no sleep
no sing
no tap---- right---- now!
ok pay attention to me
no pay attention to me
no look at me
listen to me
help me
tell me
right ok here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
gone
can't stop it
anxiety
everything
my body is resisting this life
don't know
anything
it's ok it's ok
i'll be fine
just need a minute
gonna wash it off
fuck
fuck
it's ok its ok its ok
i just can't slow it down long enough
in the middle of rush and i never clock out
it's cool. i'm cool. i'm tough. i can take it. this too shall pass. don't need help.
i got this one
i got it
cool
good
fuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool
i know i know i know
i got it i can do it i got it i'll take it
it's ok ok ok ok ok ok
gonna wash it off
walk giant
clean house
cook
go to work
a double again
no drugs
no drugs
no drugs
no pill
i got it
face it
i get it
face it
okay sing
okay dance
okay act
ok now
ok work
ok yes
ok always
ok love
ok sure
ok what
no ok i heard you
ok i'm coming
ok i'll be there
ok there i am
ok i'm present
ok i said it
ok i did it
ok it's on me
ok my responsibility
ok change
ok i got it already
ok take me to the hospital
ok give me some morphine
ok sleep forever
ok not today
ok i miss you
ok i don't
alright already
no more
no more arianna no more
stop
sleep
live
no sleep
no sing
no tap---- right---- now!
ok pay attention to me
no pay attention to me
no look at me
listen to me
help me
tell me
right ok here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
here
gone
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
put it out there, i mean, really though
well for starters, my soprano love, genuine begets genuine
honesty begets honesty
and as our exchanges have gone
it has been said
how can anyone love you for who you are
if you are not who you are when you are with them
what tedious tasks we put upon the shoulders of whom we love
they were suppose to figure us out? love every part of me, make me amazing?
in order to feel worthy you must do worthy things
remember that?
remember that.
yeah, it's a movie. and it's not the way that it ended up that got me. it was just simply that look. i believed it. and i'll tell you love, i'd rather believe it a million times then to never believe at all.
so it goes
it wasn't meant to be
that it happened at all
even the watching it fall
that was it right there. the tears beautiful. the smile luxury. hold close just you and me.
a movie, like a song, it's just borrowed time. but a good one, a really good one, will sustain. it understands that time isn't going anywhere, everything is right now. embrace it now!
I LOVE YOU
honesty begets honesty
and as our exchanges have gone
it has been said
how can anyone love you for who you are
if you are not who you are when you are with them
what tedious tasks we put upon the shoulders of whom we love
they were suppose to figure us out? love every part of me, make me amazing?
in order to feel worthy you must do worthy things
remember that?
remember that.
yeah, it's a movie. and it's not the way that it ended up that got me. it was just simply that look. i believed it. and i'll tell you love, i'd rather believe it a million times then to never believe at all.
so it goes
it wasn't meant to be
that it happened at all
even the watching it fall
that was it right there. the tears beautiful. the smile luxury. hold close just you and me.
a movie, like a song, it's just borrowed time. but a good one, a really good one, will sustain. it understands that time isn't going anywhere, everything is right now. embrace it now!
I LOVE YOU
the notebook
Hey.
Hi.
I just wanted to say something. I'm so sick right now. So very sick. It is my belief, probably residue from years of conditioning laced with a Scientologist's mind, that sickness, most sickness, is psychosomatic. Meaning that it is self- inflicted and is most likely due to the life conditions I have built for myself, both consciously and unconsciously. Sickness is merely me reminding me to find again the strength to confront… me, inevitably.
That being said, I have wonderful friends. I refuse to judge them. No matter how low and stubbornly they anchor themselves in a world of non- confrontation. In return, I experience the love they find for me, especially in times when they can't muster itself up for themselves. I think I do the same. That is, love them more than I care to love myself at times. In my way. In my gradient. In my fashion.
So last night, so very ill and ready to proceed with my night as I would any other, Loyal set me up on the couch and suggested we watch a movie. Oh come on! I'd rather… gotta go walk to the store… gotta walk Giant… you know, not sit on the couch and be sick. So what if I haven't slept? It was important to get up and have a meal with Chuck. Share music. Share a loud smile.
Anyway. Here we are. The Notebook. Of coarse. Loyal, my love falling in love friend, would choose such a movie.
I was promised tears. Promised, "You have no idea, just watch." As the opening credits rolled I knew that I was going to love it. Gena Rowlands. Nick Cassavettes. Love them. Now I was certain it would be more than sap.
I'm not gonna tell you what happens in the movie. I'm not an asshole, for those of you who haven't seen it. But I will say, alright, no tears weren't streaming. Maybe I'm an odd ball. But I did feel the urge to immediately start the movie over when the credits rolled at the end. And then, I did the unbelievable. I slept. If you know me at all, you know I cannot sleep easily. But I did last night.
Tonight, after I stumbled around this town walking my dog looking for these ingredients for my drink concoction I make when I'm sick, I was drawn to watch it again. I had to make sure of what I saw the night prior.
It's kind of like hearing that one song for the first time. Just the hearing of it. Then finding the lyrics. Reading the words while it's playing. Giving it yet another listen, paying close attention to the drums, the chord changes. Imagining when it was written. Who it was for. Maybe you. Maybe me. Listening to the harmonies. Hearing the choices come alive and touch. It's like holding hands.
You can't deny a genuine man. And you can tell when they are. When they are utterly, truly and undoubtedly: genuine. See, it's not that bad. Cause genuine will always find genuine. You know when it's there. Cause you got it, too. Just that fucking genuine passionate yes! Break my heart, sweetheart. Love me real.
In one of those nutshells… it's the makings of old classic movies. Those classics that weren't lined with today's cheap and cool. Splendor In the Grass. A Place In the Sun. The Notebook. Movies that really tell a story of love. The crazy everything about it.
Yes, you're allowed to throw up now. But wouldn't it be even cooler if you just fell? Ridiculously, angrily, passionately and utterly genuinely?
I'm feeling a bit better now, for those of you who are wondering.
Hi.
I just wanted to say something. I'm so sick right now. So very sick. It is my belief, probably residue from years of conditioning laced with a Scientologist's mind, that sickness, most sickness, is psychosomatic. Meaning that it is self- inflicted and is most likely due to the life conditions I have built for myself, both consciously and unconsciously. Sickness is merely me reminding me to find again the strength to confront… me, inevitably.
That being said, I have wonderful friends. I refuse to judge them. No matter how low and stubbornly they anchor themselves in a world of non- confrontation. In return, I experience the love they find for me, especially in times when they can't muster itself up for themselves. I think I do the same. That is, love them more than I care to love myself at times. In my way. In my gradient. In my fashion.
So last night, so very ill and ready to proceed with my night as I would any other, Loyal set me up on the couch and suggested we watch a movie. Oh come on! I'd rather… gotta go walk to the store… gotta walk Giant… you know, not sit on the couch and be sick. So what if I haven't slept? It was important to get up and have a meal with Chuck. Share music. Share a loud smile.
Anyway. Here we are. The Notebook. Of coarse. Loyal, my love falling in love friend, would choose such a movie.
I was promised tears. Promised, "You have no idea, just watch." As the opening credits rolled I knew that I was going to love it. Gena Rowlands. Nick Cassavettes. Love them. Now I was certain it would be more than sap.
I'm not gonna tell you what happens in the movie. I'm not an asshole, for those of you who haven't seen it. But I will say, alright, no tears weren't streaming. Maybe I'm an odd ball. But I did feel the urge to immediately start the movie over when the credits rolled at the end. And then, I did the unbelievable. I slept. If you know me at all, you know I cannot sleep easily. But I did last night.
Tonight, after I stumbled around this town walking my dog looking for these ingredients for my drink concoction I make when I'm sick, I was drawn to watch it again. I had to make sure of what I saw the night prior.
It's kind of like hearing that one song for the first time. Just the hearing of it. Then finding the lyrics. Reading the words while it's playing. Giving it yet another listen, paying close attention to the drums, the chord changes. Imagining when it was written. Who it was for. Maybe you. Maybe me. Listening to the harmonies. Hearing the choices come alive and touch. It's like holding hands.
You can't deny a genuine man. And you can tell when they are. When they are utterly, truly and undoubtedly: genuine. See, it's not that bad. Cause genuine will always find genuine. You know when it's there. Cause you got it, too. Just that fucking genuine passionate yes! Break my heart, sweetheart. Love me real.
In one of those nutshells… it's the makings of old classic movies. Those classics that weren't lined with today's cheap and cool. Splendor In the Grass. A Place In the Sun. The Notebook. Movies that really tell a story of love. The crazy everything about it.
Yes, you're allowed to throw up now. But wouldn't it be even cooler if you just fell? Ridiculously, angrily, passionately and utterly genuinely?
I'm feeling a bit better now, for those of you who are wondering.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
with 23
nothing fits
keep trying on clouds
and none were made for me
so i left the ribbon
i signed my name in ink
kissed your lips that oneday
like it was the first time
like it was the last
like it was now
just you in these almond eyes
us
i'm holding down the fort in the middle of us
and you are.. ..
still driving away
and i am.. ..
still making love to vertigo
and we are..
words
stamping each other through a send button
hitting each other with support
holding each other through frustrated letters like
fuck
what the fuck do you want me to say
bullshit
fuck
talking in song
biting your tongue
so careful
too much
so beautiful
not really
too much you
don't get too close
can't have it anyway
never promise
hide
hide
hide
so let's fool ourselves
with a promise of 2006, what's the difference?
someday soon
someday
soon
let's keep in touch
and make the best of what could have been better
you touch me more in a day
than the body in my bed
coulda been good
us
wrong cloud
but it sure feels like something right
sure seems real
like something of worth
like something to hold forever and do more than remember
someone to walk with and hold hands with and love
someone to smile with
and affect
to cry with
and hurt
someone to share this life with
somedays it's red bull and rain from this cloud
other days it's a perfect frame for the moon
makes the most wonderful blinds for the sun
but i'm just a tulip and a morning's shadow
and clouds roll by
but you were kinda my favorite
you looked so good over me
keep trying on clouds
and none were made for me
so i left the ribbon
i signed my name in ink
kissed your lips that oneday
like it was the first time
like it was the last
like it was now
just you in these almond eyes
us
i'm holding down the fort in the middle of us
and you are.. ..
still driving away
and i am.. ..
still making love to vertigo
and we are..
words
stamping each other through a send button
hitting each other with support
holding each other through frustrated letters like
fuck
what the fuck do you want me to say
bullshit
fuck
talking in song
biting your tongue
so careful
too much
so beautiful
not really
too much you
don't get too close
can't have it anyway
never promise
hide
hide
hide
so let's fool ourselves
with a promise of 2006, what's the difference?
someday soon
someday
soon
let's keep in touch
and make the best of what could have been better
you touch me more in a day
than the body in my bed
coulda been good
us
wrong cloud
but it sure feels like something right
sure seems real
like something of worth
like something to hold forever and do more than remember
someone to walk with and hold hands with and love
someone to smile with
and affect
to cry with
and hurt
someone to share this life with
somedays it's red bull and rain from this cloud
other days it's a perfect frame for the moon
makes the most wonderful blinds for the sun
but i'm just a tulip and a morning's shadow
and clouds roll by
but you were kinda my favorite
you looked so good over me
Saturday, March 11, 2006
where is the sun
cause i kinda just bought a beach cruiser
and i'd like to ride it one of these 'it never rains in southern california'
'always 75 degrees and sunny' days
sooo.. ... ..
don't usually make anouncements regarding my profile.. .. but there's a first for everything.
i changed my profile picture.
i know, big news.
just reverted to a fabulous sunbathing day last summer. ahhh.. .. last summer.. ... ... life was so much simplier then. the year was 2005. summer. before death. before war. before blonde. pink. silver and blue. and purple. you know, when life was completely in order and going exactly how you wanted it to go. when sheep could be counted on to sleep. aww yes, everyday back then was an arnold palmer chased with some johhny in a rocks glass without the rocks. naked. innocence. perfection. back when we were all virgins. back when none of us could recognize the face of pain, cause we had no idea what it was. maybe just a glimmer from that classic song "joy! and pain. sunshine! and rain."
who knew 2006 would come up so quickly and sideswipe a motherfucker? bitch!
"... back in the days when i was young i'm not a kid anymore, but somedays i sit and wish i was a kid again..."
so it goes, life beckoning change. so here's my bold attempt to wish upon us world peace, happiness ever after, rainbows-- not just for our homosexuals! c'mon everyone can use a little more color!-- fierceness, and catepillars and BUTAH FLY me high.. .. let's get lifted so spiritualized-like that we actually force that star to burn hotter for us. [yes, my bold attempt, if you missed it, was the changing of my myspace profile picture and my song]
throw on a bikini with a wifebeater on top, daisy dukes on the bottom.
boys! give me a beat! get your shelltoes laced up.
ladies>> let's ride bikes with our red heels on.
"cuz i wish i was a little bit taller
wish i was a baller"
let's makeout till you make me
"weak in the knees i can hardly speak, i lose all control and something takes over me"
let's sneak out our windows as quietly as possible and roam past curfew holding hands and such with that oh! i like him sooooo much! guy. or go rapping to that i've- never- felt- this- way- ever- holy- shit- it's- all- fucking- brand- new- to- me girl. impress me with your fresh rhymes. turn it up.
everything.
and i'd like to ride it one of these 'it never rains in southern california'
'always 75 degrees and sunny' days
sooo.. ... ..
don't usually make anouncements regarding my profile.. .. but there's a first for everything.
i changed my profile picture.
i know, big news.
just reverted to a fabulous sunbathing day last summer. ahhh.. .. last summer.. ... ... life was so much simplier then. the year was 2005. summer. before death. before war. before blonde. pink. silver and blue. and purple. you know, when life was completely in order and going exactly how you wanted it to go. when sheep could be counted on to sleep. aww yes, everyday back then was an arnold palmer chased with some johhny in a rocks glass without the rocks. naked. innocence. perfection. back when we were all virgins. back when none of us could recognize the face of pain, cause we had no idea what it was. maybe just a glimmer from that classic song "joy! and pain. sunshine! and rain."
who knew 2006 would come up so quickly and sideswipe a motherfucker? bitch!
"... back in the days when i was young i'm not a kid anymore, but somedays i sit and wish i was a kid again..."
so it goes, life beckoning change. so here's my bold attempt to wish upon us world peace, happiness ever after, rainbows-- not just for our homosexuals! c'mon everyone can use a little more color!-- fierceness, and catepillars and BUTAH FLY me high.. .. let's get lifted so spiritualized-like that we actually force that star to burn hotter for us. [yes, my bold attempt, if you missed it, was the changing of my myspace profile picture and my song]
throw on a bikini with a wifebeater on top, daisy dukes on the bottom.
boys! give me a beat! get your shelltoes laced up.
ladies>> let's ride bikes with our red heels on.
"cuz i wish i was a little bit taller
wish i was a baller"
let's makeout till you make me
"weak in the knees i can hardly speak, i lose all control and something takes over me"
let's sneak out our windows as quietly as possible and roam past curfew holding hands and such with that oh! i like him sooooo much! guy. or go rapping to that i've- never- felt- this- way- ever- holy- shit- it's- all- fucking- brand- new- to- me girl. impress me with your fresh rhymes. turn it up.
everything.
Friday, March 10, 2006
it's a shineless star when it finds out it never really mattered
fall into hippy pretty
thrash to a punk hawk
ride on a cruiser beat
swing with my body, let's rock
take a scion drive
watch blonde turn purple
now watch me dive
i'm sliding across your eyes
registering my thoughts in yours
let's kiss
not enough you around my hips
stop talking at me in fours
taking turns sinking your teeth in my core
pull in and pull out cause i'm a seven- eleven snack
just need me when you're filling your ego sack
when you're low on esteem and you need a reminder
of how important you really are
a job
a signature
a ride
a text
some sex
a fuck
a cuddle
a suck
a favor
i'll lose my parking spot just to light your smoke
buy you a coffee, borrow your time
or is it my time
i'm not sure anymore
the line is so fucking blurred
on the fast track to no where
if i were a poet, i'd say that's a beautiful place to be
make another fucking metaphor for it
but see, i'm not
just me
i'm no miracle
no happy dream
i'm not who you thought
i won't be there when you fall
how could i be
i'll dissapoint you, that i promise
i'll never be enough
fall into hippy pretty
thrash to a punk hawk
ride on a cruiser beat
swing with my body, let's rock
take a scion drive
watch blonde turn purple
now watch me dive
to drown
... that's a verb...
drowning
you
out
drowning
me
don't
help
fall into hippy pretty
thrash to a punk hawk
ride on a cruiser beat
swing with my body, let's rock
take a scion drive
watch blonde turn purple
now watch me dive
thrash to a punk hawk
ride on a cruiser beat
swing with my body, let's rock
take a scion drive
watch blonde turn purple
now watch me dive
i'm sliding across your eyes
registering my thoughts in yours
let's kiss
not enough you around my hips
stop talking at me in fours
taking turns sinking your teeth in my core
pull in and pull out cause i'm a seven- eleven snack
just need me when you're filling your ego sack
when you're low on esteem and you need a reminder
of how important you really are
a job
a signature
a ride
a text
some sex
a fuck
a cuddle
a suck
a favor
i'll lose my parking spot just to light your smoke
buy you a coffee, borrow your time
or is it my time
i'm not sure anymore
the line is so fucking blurred
on the fast track to no where
if i were a poet, i'd say that's a beautiful place to be
make another fucking metaphor for it
but see, i'm not
just me
i'm no miracle
no happy dream
i'm not who you thought
i won't be there when you fall
how could i be
i'll dissapoint you, that i promise
i'll never be enough
fall into hippy pretty
thrash to a punk hawk
ride on a cruiser beat
swing with my body, let's rock
take a scion drive
watch blonde turn purple
now watch me dive
to drown
... that's a verb...
drowning
you
out
drowning
me
don't
help
fall into hippy pretty
thrash to a punk hawk
ride on a cruiser beat
swing with my body, let's rock
take a scion drive
watch blonde turn purple
now watch me dive
Tuesday, March 7, 2006
queen of dye
wearing black and purple on my head like a crown
metaphor my soul with a ten dollar bottle of dye
change me color
commit me sane
just doing fine
just trying to matter
all these faces so close once
but so very not close at all
where did you go
so hollow this suitcase
heavy this mind of you
yours weightless and okay
me, too
i'm fine
how much more can i spill on to this keyboard
before i jump out of your screen and take a bite out of you
wanna feel you say it
want to see you face it
face me
show yourself punk
just another face in the crowd i am
regardless the color of my hair
regardless of these endless stares
your picture
your picture
picture perfect
stop
commit me sane
change me color
my soul lies in a bottle of ten dollar dye
a crown of bruises
a ribbon
i want to eat you
right now
fucker
i miss you
and you don't even know who i am, not anymore
which would probably explain why you don't miss me
the sentence is in the following order: i. miss. you.
right
not: you. miss.. .. ..
you don't even know who i am, not now
life got jokes
so fucking good i have to stop typing
cause i'm laughing that much
dying of
metaphor my soul with a ten dollar bottle of dye
change me color
commit me sane
just doing fine
just trying to matter
all these faces so close once
but so very not close at all
where did you go
so hollow this suitcase
heavy this mind of you
yours weightless and okay
me, too
i'm fine
how much more can i spill on to this keyboard
before i jump out of your screen and take a bite out of you
wanna feel you say it
want to see you face it
face me
show yourself punk
just another face in the crowd i am
regardless the color of my hair
regardless of these endless stares
your picture
your picture
picture perfect
stop
commit me sane
change me color
my soul lies in a bottle of ten dollar dye
a crown of bruises
a ribbon
i want to eat you
right now
fucker
i miss you
and you don't even know who i am, not anymore
which would probably explain why you don't miss me
the sentence is in the following order: i. miss. you.
right
not: you. miss.. .. ..
you don't even know who i am, not now
life got jokes
so fucking good i have to stop typing
cause i'm laughing that much
dying of
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