Pain killer at a party

March 14th, 2007 at 11:49:46 AM

She kept dropping the spoon
and
She kept grinding her teeth.

It wasn't you that made her do it
It wasn't you that made her do it.

Maybe it was the green lights or
the day she started smoking.
She's not the type who would
tell you where it hurts.

She's making her way to those

Big
Fat
Red
Beating

Hearts.

So that's where it came from

March 9th, 2007 at 09:25:52 PM

People stare,
yea i mean, they stare.
They want to see you damaged.

Mark your past on some boulevard girl,
to show people you're not related to
the guy who told her for him and made
them do that to the one with such and so
and to.

Im only as crazy as my persuasive
fingers let me be when I write to tell
everyone why you aren't the way I am.

You could imaginatively or Literally say
it's as bad as it seems.

I'ts the surviving that makes you wanna turn the page.

March 8th, 2007 at 06:54:51 PM

It's my bones that squeak
with a tap on the desk,
with a turn to the door.
(I wait for you to walk through it)

My hair falls over my face
and i move it back to look.
At the world, you see
it waits for me.

I'm not going anywhere right now
but you should strive to meet me
where i go.
Or not.

I'm sick of writing about you but
everyone else seems to find it
as amusing as a human starting to walk.

Oh no, there it goes.
down down it goes
It shows
The rows
of those
aligned with your
nose.

She screams..
"Ill love you forever or never"...
"what the fuck's that mean?"
Yes yes, they all reside in the story book,
Mine that i happen to live in.

At the end It always leaves,
sometimes comes back.

Or dies.