I've got Seattle sickness, No where in Washington is far enough to escape. I'm in the right state of mind to beg God for forgiveness, Ask him to help me clean up this mess I didn't make. The grunge scene wouldn't be the same without you, You ignore people and lie to their face. Your stage wouldn't be the same without your set up crew, Maybe learn to give the people that help you some thanks. You t... » Continue Reading
Baby I'm sugar free Really really low calorie You know you have to have something to eat Please don't blame me Baby ill take the lead Make wishes into dreams Be model thin and pretty Be your perfect type of bittersweet Baby I'm a substitute With everything you need Skip a meal or two Let me be your darling My words are so fucking sweet The aftertaste is bitter » Continue Reading
You keep rocking me back and forth like a small child as I bawl. I'm scared, you told me you are too. At least we aren't alone. I hope it isn't as cold as they say it is. I hope I get to see people I know, wouldn't be much of a party otherwise. Imagine going through all this just to stand in a room of people I don't know. You keep laughing but I can tell you don't mean it. You keep telling me it's... » Continue Reading
The girl in the mirror, She drives me insane, A name given by peers, Not parents, Hurts the same way. I can't live in fear, Of the person I made, I drive away the questions, Of faces that can't relate. I am the new start, I take her form as my new face. Genesis " » Continue Reading
I hate the person I have become because they are confident but not in the ways that I like and the music they make is starting to hurt my ears. Everytime they go to scratch that itch for a creative outlet, I bleed, and we can tell that others don't like it. The blunt gore-y nature of being alive. The gross reality of flesh. I hate the person in the mirror because I know he could do better, I know ... » Continue Reading
I could talk about how much I like the pain. I could beg for the red that comes with love. You'd love the way I spill my guts for you. You'd love the gruesome shock that comes with being young. The world is against us. I could talk about my anger. You would eat from my hand... love isn't meant to be hard. Not really. You want it to be hard. You want it to mean something. You want to feel something... » Continue Reading
God, to touch thin air and still feel the presence of someone there. The lingering scent of success and the unfortunate fall of despair. Post show depression and the tickets in my hand for the next drunk affair. Seattle to Vancouver, college towns we picked with care. All of my secrets have been spilled for you to see, baby I'll let you haunt me, baby why is the world so unfair? I feel you fr... » Continue Reading
Don't trip on your heart strings By that I mean don't fall for love A trick of the light A pretty stranger moving in the flashing lights The booze got your brain wrapped in happy You dont even think of the consequences » Continue Reading
Constricted slightly, how it started, a string tied around the softest part of my body, but day after day, I got less comfortable in my cage, hard to breathe, my lungs decayed, skin red, my very blood was angry, though my reactions were delayed, as the sickness took over, the more subdued I became, you didn't even notice, till your daughter told you, gone after not long, I was just a » Continue Reading
I find myself pushing away at jet black hair. Times like this when you talk fast and I fall fast and you make it hard to not stare. When I see your picture in the magazine almost everyday. When you talk to me like I'm human, when your eyes light up at the references I make. When late night convos turn into deep talks and dreaming of you makes me sleep walk. When I'm falling in love with the sunset... » Continue Reading
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