I don't think we should stand this close.
I don't think we should hold our hands together.
I don't think we should lay next to each other in the sand.
I don't think we should dance in a dark room.
I don't think we should share our dreams, especially the ones that we've had together.
I don't think we should step with the same foot.
I don't think we should talk 'til the morning hours.
I don't think we should ever speak again.
I don't think we should ride in the same car.
I don't think we should write silly little notes.
I don't think we should stare 'til we are moved by each other's souls.
I don't think we should go the same way.
I don't think we should stay.
Because you're scaring me, you're making me uncomfortable, and you're making it hard for me to lie. . .
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
At First
I didn't mean to get lipstick on your shirt.
I didn't mean for it all to happen so fast.
I didn't mean for it all to happen in one night.
And I'm sure you didn't mean to fall in love with me.
And I'm sure you didn't mean to call me everyday for a month.
And I'm sure you didn't mean for all of this to fall apart.
You know, it's funny what we don't mean--
It's
so
damn
funny.
I didn't mean for it all to happen so fast.
I didn't mean for it all to happen in one night.
And I'm sure you didn't mean to fall in love with me.
And I'm sure you didn't mean to call me everyday for a month.
And I'm sure you didn't mean for all of this to fall apart.
You know, it's funny what we don't mean--
It's
so
damn
funny.
The Last Seat
"Your hands are golden, beautiful and lovely.
But Your hands can not give me what I desire.
So, I can either leave or wait."
Leave or Wait...the human dichotomy.
But Your hands can not give me what I desire.
So, I can either leave or wait."
Leave or Wait...the human dichotomy.
Again
I don't fear relapsing.
I just don't want to hurt the people in my life because I have to have a needle in my arm to feel like I'm living.
I just don't want to hurt the people in my life because I have to have a needle in my arm to feel like I'm living.
Late
You wouldn't believe the person I have become nor the things that I have done.
So, please, put your mirror away.
"Two people, like us, should never stand this close. . ."
So, please, put your mirror away.
"Two people, like us, should never stand this close. . ."
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Mess
It is only a matter of time before it all falls apart.
If you were smart, you wouldn't give me your heart.
If you were smart, you wouldn't play with fire.
It's a disaster waiting to happen, so instead of waiting, I'll just kill it now.
If you were smart, you wouldn't give me your heart.
If you were smart, you wouldn't play with fire.
It's a disaster waiting to happen, so instead of waiting, I'll just kill it now.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
--ology
You think...alot.
You think too much.
You think some things are not possible.
You think you'll never find what you're looking for.
You think these wounds will never heal.
"When you stop thinking, I'll be right here. And then, you will find what it is to feel, to know."
You think too much.
You think some things are not possible.
You think you'll never find what you're looking for.
You think these wounds will never heal.
"When you stop thinking, I'll be right here. And then, you will find what it is to feel, to know."
Sunday, December 12, 2010
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