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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Drama · #1080680
These are my thoguhts and feelings put into lyrics.
Please

An ocean of broken
Wonderment and champagne
So the wall was talking to you, so what?
Maybe I'm the prophet
In the middle of the road
That you're looking for

Another broken heart
Another lie
Just...
Just promise me you'll never
Fuck with me again
Baby

Chorus:
Wear that shirt
I'll do you tonight
Lick my shoelaces
And I'll be alright
Suction, friction, moisture and guitars

Just promise me you'll never
Fuck with me again
Baby
Fuck with me again

Chorus:
Wear that shirt
I'll do you tonight
Lick my shoelaces
And I'll be alright
Suction, friction, moisture and guitars

Fuck with me again (Please)

Chorus:
Wear that shirt
I'll do you tonight
Lick my shoelaces
And I'll be alright
Suction, friction, moisture and guitars

Chorus:
Wear that shirt
I'll do you tonight
Lick my shoelaces
And I'll be alright
Suction, friction, moisture and guitars



President’s Fault

I remember the year
Of cheaters
Haters
Rock and roll still existed

Chorus:
Now all it is is lies and
Wires, no one is telling
The truth
Shoot the preps already
Smoking barrels and dark streets
Presidential-level mistakes

I remember the time (no, no)
That purple was a death sentence
And green was not so sure.
I was sick, and I was happy
Presidential-level mistakes

Chorus:
Now all it is is lies and
Wires, no one is telling
The truth
Shoot the preps already
Smoking barrels and dark streets
Presidential-level mistakes

So what was the jungle like?
(Hell, hell, hell, hell)
A short summery
(Hell)



Lost in the Breakup With Too Many Belts On (Honorably For Peter and My Cousin)

Don't you answer your phone
Anymore?
I called three times and my ears
Are still ringing
Did you bleed too much?
Paranoia

I took your car
Instead of your hand
I don't sing, I breathe
You dance

Chorus:
It won't work
You live too close, and
I live too far away
We'll stay in the car
See the trucks pass by
Love isn't here but I am

I took your car
Instead of your pride
Isn't that better than death?
Baby, sugar, easy, passing by
You live too close
And I live too far away
We'll stay in the car


Jumped off the plane, into your closet
Can't find my shoes again
Help me, somebody
Seriously...

Chorus:
It won't work
You live too close, and
I live too far away
We'll stay in the car
See the trucks pass by
Love isn't here but I am

Chorus:
It won't work
You live too close, and
I live too far away
We'll stay in the car
See the trucks pass by
Love isn't here but I am

Chorus:
It won't work
You live too close, and
I live too far away
We'll stay in the car
See the trucks pass by
Love isn't here but I am


Broken Up

Broken dreams
Happy
Broken dreams
Too much to handle
So goodbye
To you I’m just a piece of dirt
With a dream in her eyes and
No sense of humor.

Chorus:
I wish with all the dust in the world
That I could be with you
Dreams are taken
Away from me
Take my hand and see
I can be whatever I want to be

Broken up
I need someone
To hold my hand
To be with me, to breathe with me
I don’t need food, I don’t need a home
I just need for you to believe in me.

Please believe in me
Take my hand
Hold me
Love me
Need me
I want you to love me.
I need you.

Chorus:
I wish with all the dust in the world
That I could be with you
Dreams are taken
Away from me
Take my hand and see
I can be whatever I want to be


Earth

I Want
To Feel
The Earth
Beneath my
Toes
So I can move out of this
Goddamn town
It’s not like I need to breathe
The small-town air
Sometimes I just need to get out of here.

Chorus:
Wish I could be a pigeon and fly on out of here.
Slow dance with the moon and the stars.
Wish I could be a real
Thing instead of just a dream
Wish I could be where I am supposed to be.
Instead of a lonely lot called home.
Because…

All of them
Laughing at my
Shoes, my hair
Me
I’m sick of it, sitting in the corner and crying
I can throw a punch like you don’t know
And I’m not afraid to do it.

Chorus:
Wish I could be a pigeon and fly on out of here.
Slow dance with the moon and the stars.
Wish I could be a real
Thing instead of just a dream
Wish I could be where I am supposed to be.
Instead of a lonely lot called home.
Because…

Not like they’re
Perfect
They don’t belong with me
They all hate me

Chorus:
Wish I could be a pigeon and fly on out of here.
Slow dance with the moon and the stars.
Wish I could be a real
Thing instead of just a dream
Wish I could be where I am supposed to be.
Instead of a lonely lot called home.
Because…

I wish I was loved
So unloved
Wish I was loved


Philosophy

Beauty takes a form of need
And taking too much is not enough
Too much can squash us

And Truth makes the beauty
Seem real
And Truth itself can outdo
Beauty

Chorus:
And evil wakes inside
Any story, the soul breaks
To a window of reverence
Upheld to one single death
To one single life
To the Truth and Beauty
To bend
To love
To hope
For all that was not love

The light to bind us
The worlds behind the
Heavens
Only time can tell

Music in the air
One is not enough

Chorus:
And evil wakes inside
Any story, the soul breaks
To a window of reverence
Upheld to one single death
To one single life
To the Truth and Beauty
To bend
To love
To hope
For all that was not love

Only we have the key
One and all
For all to fight
Truth is one
Beauty is another
And that is my philosophy


Lost

Lost in a world
Where no one can find me
Walking with my shadow
Time is passing by
Sometimes I go crazy

Wondering if I am real
Or just a soul
An empty soul

Chorus:
Climb a mountain
Shake that feeling
Breath with passion
Just relax
This is real
It is life
Just lay back
Hope to die

Jump in
Take a dive
For if you don’t
You never know life
And if you never know life
You’ll never know
How to get through

So jump in
Dive in
Take a risk
Take a chance
Wonder how it can work
It just works
Work

Chorus:
Climb a mountain
Shake that feeling
Breath with passion
Just relax
This is real
It is life
Just lay back
Hope to die

No stress
Take a chance
Grab the bull by its horns
Just jump in

Chorus:
Climb a mountain
Shake that feeling
Breath with passion
Just relax
This is real
It is life
Just lay back
Hope to die







Confusion of the Life of Me

When the sky is as dark as the ice
And you can’t see through the smoke
When the hells of the Earth come to reckon
How will you find your way home?
It’s been too long
I live in the midnight of the walls
And my breadcrumbs are running out
I’m five hours too late to call you
And I’m five hours too early to tell
But, yesterday, the food came back up
Where was the blood?

I’ve got people looking out for me
I swear everything that comes out of my fingers is poetry
Was that poetry?
Or am I stoned on ego weed?
I think I’m dead, or maybe…
I’m thirsty, yes I need a drink
Why do you think lip-synching is so bad?
Fall Out Boy now, Blink-182 later
And maybe I should reach for the phone, call the person
I lost yesterday
Or maybe Monday
And Riff Raff says Hello to
The hot dogs in the middle of the street
I’m a purple velvet case and I’ve got no secrets to tell
Dark skies and pretty
Three-year-olds with Hot Topic clothes on
And I’m screaming
What’s the deal with drugs today, they don’t make you cool.
Go back to school little girls!
Skipping is like Catholics in pretty baby dolls
So tell me
Good-bye or hello Riff Raff
Let’s dance
I hate Minnesota
Punk rock, once again sing me a mofo lullaby
Gang-bang WHAT?!
To love and sex and Coke in the fridge
Green eyes
Wanna screw, I’m Rad
Stupid boys, playing video games on my couch, too loud
Oh no masturbation
I’m confused, what is a crush?
And where am I?
Why am I so afraid?
I miss you!

Way down deep inside of you
I took a piece of you with me
Push yourself into the crowd now
Forget your dreams, just fly
Fake it, think about the good
We had (nothing, nothing)
A pretty face, some sweet romance
You dance, I dance, we dance the night away.
Next thing, I’m sitting there, you’re staring at me
And I pierce you with my eyes, turn away (scared yet?)
You look back, and I’m gone
I’ve found somebody else’s arm
It’s too late to apologize
Hello, goodbye!
You were a mistake, I had a misconception.
Detection, don’t fail me now!






Whiskey on the Cliff

I don’t remember anything anymore
Sound is muted today
All I can feel is the pressure
Sometimes all I can say is, “I love you.”
And sometimes I can’t breathe around you,
And then I go back to the beginning

Chorus:
Where are you tonight?
Cause I’m not feeling alright.
And I don’t know who I am.
I don’t believe
I’m seeing things
I don’t believe
I’m seeing things
And I don’t know who I am

Help me remember
If I can breathe
I’ve been holding it for way too long.
Sometimes I just want to scream
But I’m scared
That no one will sing along

I write the words
And catch my breath
And then I fall asleep
And I wish I was in your arms again
And I wish I could feel your heartbeat
And I wish I never saw your face.

It’s nothing that I can handle
I held on too long.
What would you do if I fell off the edge?
Would you hold on and tell me it’s gonna be fine.
Yeah, I almost fell off the edge…
And you weren’t there.

What am I supposed to do?
I think I’m gonna die…

Chorus:
Where are you tonight?
Cause I’m not feeling alright.
And I don’t know who I am.
I don’t believe
I’m seeing things
I don’t believe
I’m seeing things
And I don’t know who I am

Hook:
Help me remember
If I can breathe
I’ve been holding it for way too long.
Sometimes I just want to scream
But I’m scared
That no one will sing along

Hook:
Help me remember
If I can breathe
I’ve been holding it for way too long.
Sometimes I just want to scream
But I’m scared
That no one will sing along


Writing for the Icons

I write on my fingers, I lean on my toes
I can’t stand what everybody thinks
I wonder where my life has gone
Wonder why nervousness takes my drink
I sit and I stare
Never wonder what to wear
Where’s the boy, and where have I gone
I sing a song and I die of pain

I lost my life to the city lights
And I never want to leave
I lost my head to the city streets
There’s something missing here
I never left my home again
And I want to return to
My life never lived up to the orange gleam

I’m on the course of the stars and
I’m invisible
I broke my own promise
Thinking back to the years before
My lead feet fell against the sun
I killed my heart with a stone and I broke up with men

I’m not that perfect, I’m broke all the time
A twenty in my pocket, never pays a dime
I hop down from death and sing my way through
I don’t know why you’re doing this
And I’m not too sure
Should I leave open, or close the door.

I’m underneath the pavement
Screaming out words of pain
Stars in my eyes and the moon in my hair
I write the words with my lips
Engraving them in my shoes
White silk hands, never listen to me
Nobody’s listening

I have stars in my pocket, and the moon on a string
It’s creation that fuels me
Scribbling my poetry, like art could save a wretch like me
I’m melting in his eyes
I laugh loud and I dream
I fall into the selfless leaves



I’m Pressing Charges

You don’t know what you’re doing, and
You don’t know what you’re saying
And they don’t care
You keep on talking trash
You keep on talking about yourself
You said, “I don’t love you anymore.”
And no one was paying attention
I’m sorry but, you’re just not that good
Anymore


Nobody listens, nobody cares
You’re only talking to yourself
You said you’d take your friends out on a Saturday night
And they left, and they cried
And they said, “Why don’t you just shut up!
Cause, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You keep on rattling off
But, no ones there to hear you, no ones there to hear you

You’re not crazy, you just do not care and you can’t
Understand, that no ones listening
And
You’re not crazy, you just do not care
And you don’t
See that nobody is listening

Ohhh, I know what it’s like to feel empty
Ohhh, I know what it’s like to feel like
There’s something opposite inside you
Ohhh, I know what it’s like to have doubts
And then realize that you’re no that different
And maybe you’re just the same as everybody else

So stop your whining
As everybody else
So stop your whining
Stop talking about yourself
So stop your whining
We’re sick of all your shit
So just shut up and stop your whining!





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