Sitting alone In our old home My old room The walls still painted blue Boxes containing histories
February. February 7, 2011 at 2:23pm A parrot mug and a cookie mess you made it effortless
I think I’m falling Falling Falling Falling for her I think I’m falling
I wanna be your best kept secret I wanna be your worst mistake The one regret You can’t forget Cause I know
Bright April Earth Begins To unsettle Shedding away
You sold out to the masses Now a product of your environment Mass production Manican If you could do it all over
It’s hotter than a two dollar pist… Sharper than a thorn and thistle And no one can whistle Cause thier thoats are dry In this deep fried
Cold Coffee Cigarettes Dirty Fingernails Messy hair Itchy beard
Run, run, run away Gotta get away Believe me when I say Run, run, run, away Gotta get away
Darling confide in me By the fireside And melt the past away make the yuletide merry As we watch the present year
HERE THERE ANYWHERE
Jezebel Oh Jezebel She lures me to her room. She casts her spell And boy I’m swooned,
Hospital Bills Spilled Pills Blood, dust, and rust Broken frames and shattered glass Cracks Creaks, and Screams
You were my first You were my last You were my worst You were my best Over you
I am in love passionatley The flimsy fortune fish told me so As I laid it in my hand tail and… I don’t believe in silly superstit… Yet a beacon of hope shines throug…