The kitchen is cold but the coffee is warm and the
suns coming up. The day has just begun and you're
already bored. Bored of cheering me up, bored
of calming me down. Bored of drying my eyes. But
there was once a time when you were the one. You
were the one, the blue of the sky. You came after
 the storm. you were the switch on the wall in
the dark of the hall I'm still fumbling for.



Are you blind? Can't you see me standing
here waiting in line? For you. Are you mind?
Not just when you wanna be all of the time?
With you, it's always midnight.



Your silly notes, and your gypsy clothes are all
scattered around in my head. It's been so long
since I had a home, you're the only thing that comes
to mind when I think of the place I need to be.



We'll pace the roads and we'll paint the skies.
Our path is plagued with discontent goodbyes.
We're striking the days so we can burn the nights,
 and I'll never look back on what I've left behind.



You like it better when we're wasted cause
it's less complicated. But when the drugs are
gone and faded, I look at your face and hate it.



Love and sex and TV sets, we never left my room.
I used to speak of old regrets, maybe I spoke too
soon. I thought that I did my best, now I know
that isn't true. Cause my clothes smell like
cigarettes and they used to smell like you.



Did you find what you were after? The pain
and the laughter brought you to your knees.
But if the sun sets you free, sets you free.
You'll be free indeed, indeed?



Cause there's a switch that gets hit and it all stops making sense.
And in the middle of drinks, maybe the fifth or the sixth,
I'm completely alone at a table of friends.
I feel nothing for them. I feel nothing, nothing.



My lungs are out of air, yours are holding smoke,
and it's been like that now for so long. I've seen
people try to change, and I know it isn't easy. But nothing
worth the time ever really is. But it's not too late;
it's never too late  for love.



Suddenly you were everywhere.
Stenciled to my eyelids and burned into my dreams.


I want hair like that!!!!

The friend who holds your hand and says the wrong thing
is made of dearer stuff than the one who stays away.



Because sometimes it’s easier to say, “I hate you,”
than “I miss you, I wish we didn’t fight; I wish
you would call me sometimes.” Because
sometimes, it’s easier to think, screw life,
screw work, screw everything, than admit
that you’re overwhelmed and feel like you’re
drowning. Because sometimes, it’s easier to admit
 the simple things than say the hard things and
realize how much you’ve been struggling and how
much you feel as if life has gone out of your control.



I like the line between your belly and your thighs,
the smell of your hair the sparkle in your eyes.



All I can remember was every time you lied,
so forgive me if I refuse to let this one go by.



Maybe this is sad but true baby, maybe you've got
nothing to lose.You could be the best of me,
when I'm the worst for you.

  

I wonder what you look like under your t-shirt.
 I wonder what you sound like when you're not wearing
words. I wonder what we have when we're not pretending.



I know you're sad because it's winter. But I
can promise you a spring. I know you're cold,
I see you shiver. But I can promise you a spring.



3 o'clock and the moaning, they all cry to me, I'll be
prancin' around in my high heels, and your cherry red
 lipstick. Look out your window I'm on your street.
Miles away, so unclear, almost lost it in Montana.
Lets pull over, have us a choke. I love to watch you
when your dancin'. I wonder if they ever dream, they
would get just what we gave them. All wrapped up in
19, chasin' stars that are fallin'.



It's late at night and no one's around and only
my heart is making a sound.  I lay awake alone in my
 bed and I can't sleep, should I call you instead? I think of
you far too much 'cause you, you're one of a kind.



Obsessed with the new Shwayze CD

Yes, I’m drunk. And you’re beautiful.
And tomorrow morning, I’ll be
sober but you’ll still be beautiful.



Memory can change the shape of a room, it
 can change the color of a car and memories
can be distorted. They're just an interpretation,
they're not a record and they're irrelevant
 if you have the facts.



It is so hard to leave, until you leave. And
then it's the easiest goddamned thing in the world.
 Just cut all your strings, because leaving only feels good if
you leave something important behind. It's so exhilarating
that once you leave, you know that you can never go back



The stars lean down to kiss you, and I lie
awake I miss you. Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere.
'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly, but I'll miss your
 arms around me. I'd send a postcard to you dear,
'Cause I wish you were here.



Circle me and the needle moves gracefully
back and forth. If my heart was a compass, you'd
 be north. Risk it all 'cause I'll catch you if you fall.
Wherever you go If my heart was a house, you'd be home.



The way you're singing in your sleep, the way
you look before you leap, the strange illusions
that you keep. You don't know, but I'm noticing.



Sometimes you just have to turn your back
and walk away, whether you're walking out
 on your friends, or the love of your life. Sometimes letting go
 and moving on is the hardest thing to do,
but the best thing in the end.



There comes a point when you just love someone.
Not because they're good, or bad, or
anything really.You just love them. It doesn't
mean you'll be together forever. It doesn't mean
 you won't hurt each other. It just means
 you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they
are, and sometimes because of who they are.
 And you know that they love you, sometimes
 because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.



Maybe I was trying too hard, but I didn't want to
miss my chance to dance with you,  to hold you, to make you
remember what it's like between us. I thought if only
 I could make tonight perfect.



I'm sick of having to explain myself to everyone.
I hate you.

You don't need to know any of this.
But the things I don't reveal are the things I hold
closest and fear losing the most. I work overtime
keeping them veiled and camouflaged. You don't need
to know that I walk around all day fearing the things
that make me happy,and that I have been
doing that for my entire life.



To ten million fireflies, I'm weird 'cause I hate good-byes.
I got misty eyes as they said farewell, but I'll know where
several are if my dreams get real bizarre.
 'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar.



 

She said to me, one arm slung over my shoulder
hair in her face, eyes on fire. "I would slap
St Peter himself in the face to find you."



As you make your bed, you will find you
have to lie in it. It will be no mystery why you
 will become empty and cold. you will drown
in the tears of all the girls you have used.
Their pain will become yours on the day you
finally realize you have lost your ability to love.



The emotion, it was electric, and the stars,
they all aligned. I knew I had to make my
decision, but I never made the time.

 

And maybe it's true, I'm falling on you.
Maybe there's a chance that you're stuck on me too.
So maybe I'm wrong, it's all in my head;
maybe we're afraid of words we both haven't said.



I take a breath and grab the phone, secretly
hoping you're not home. I'd leave a message,
I was out;out of my mind on drink and drugs.



If the children don't grow up, our bodies get bigger
but our hearts get torn up.We're just a million little gods
causin' rain storms turnin' every good thing to rust.




"I want to know what you see when you look at me.”
His fingers dug into my shoulders.
“I want to know your favorite Stooge and the hour you were born
and the thing that scares you more than anything else in the world.
I want to be there when you wake up.



And you are beautiful in every single way.
I would like to see your shining face every day.
And if I’m lying, may lightning strike me down to the ground
‘cause I don’t need electric currents when you're around.



I tried to think of what to say
upon return from my time away
but all I know is that they say,
“Where there’s smoke there’s fire,
but I say, “Where there’s love there’s liars.”



Everybody winds up kissing
the wrong person good night.




Birthday weekend!!!

Been through a lot in the last year, it's like everything
I love is slipping away. And every time I come home,
some more of me isn't there. I gotta get it together, I need
to do things for myself. I've given everything but still you
take more from me. I need some room to breathe.



I think everybody needs a place to go when
things become too much. A place where the world is the
way you want it to be and if you had a choice, its
how you would’ve created it.



But this morning I woke up with this overwhelming
fear of love and I'm not sure I can resurrect you.



Take me. Break me. Shake me.
But you won't ever make me.

 

I'm hardly capable of half the damage that I would like to do.
I could swear that I don't care, but you know I'm
too full of shit to think this through.



You can tell me all your thought,
about the stars that fill polluted skies.
And show me where you run to
when no one's left to take your side.
But don't tell me where the road ends,
'cause I just don't wanna know,
no I don't wanna know.



And as the summer's ending, the cold air will rush your
hard heart away. You were so condescending:
and this is all that's left. Scraping paper to document.
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.

 

Why do we miss a person? It's either because we realize
that we never treasured the moments when they were
always there and it left us wishing we could turn
back time again. Or we were too happy with them,
we enjoyed every single moment, that we became
 so used to the idea of having them around.



Nervous and your tearing at the seams. The lights
 are too bright and you've got cold feet.You
look the part and you're only seventeen. Can you drag me
 up and show me what we're missing out on. Don't
 waste your time. We've heard it all before.We've had enough
and hangers on and "friends" we didn't want.



We could pack up and leave all our things behind.
No fact, or fiction, or storyline.
'Cause I need you more than just for tonight.



Let's go play under an open autumn sky.
Summer is over, but time still goes by.
Let's run into tomorrow with our fingers entwined,
This is yet another season for you to be mine.



You could ink yourself until everyone knows all the
things you love. You could wear uniforms that gave
you all the authority in the world. Lose weight until there
 was nothing left. Paint the face. Suck in your gut. But in
 the dark, stripped down to your bones, all that remains is you.



Baby you are to me like a shining star, you're
some kind of beautiful. don't be afraid to be all
the things you are - you're some kind of beautiful.
There's a smile you keep inside that could launch
a thousand ships to fight for you. but the starlight
 in your eyes is your luminary soul that's shining through.



He was endlessly fascinating.
I think that if people were rain, I'd be drizzle
and he'd be hurricane.



After awhile, you learn that you don’t need
anyone else in order to survive.
No one is ever going to always be there,
no matter what they say, or what they promise you.
You just gotta suck it up, and accept it.



He gave me that night back and this time,
I told you the truth. We talked and held each
other 'till the sun came up. And as I went to hell,
the devil asked me if it was worth it.
I said, "Yes. Yes it was."



Our love was built on heavy things, our love
survives and sings, our love always
it had wings. Don't land. Don't land.



I'd swim across Lake Michigan, I'd sell my shoes,
I'd give my body to be back again in the rest of the room,
to be alone with you.



I'm starting to believe the ocean's much like you,
because it gives, and it takes away.



I'm rethinking everything I thought was solid.