demo/misc

• I got a pocket full of deadliness

evening out with your girlfriend

• I burnt out my defensive, now everything I say is taken as offensive

take this to your grave

• my heart is on my sleeve, wear it like a bruise or blackeye. my badge, my witness
• tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't say
• my pen is the barrel of the gun.

from under the cork tree

• You only hold me up like this 'cause you don't know who I really am. We're making out inside crashed cars. We're sleeping through all our memories. I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive (now I only waste it dreaming of you)
• Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness 'cause all of our moves make up for the silence and oh, the way your makeup stains my pillowcase like I'll never be the same
• I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me
• I'm just a notch in your bedpost but you're just a line in a song
• I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses. I took a shot and didn't even come close
• my back has been breaking from this heavy heart
• We're the therapists pumping through your speakers, delivering just what you need. We're well read and poised. We're the best boys. We're the chemists who've found the formula to make your heart swell and burst.
• The best part of "Believe" is the "Lie",
• If you are the shores, I am the waves begging for big moons. I’m mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town
• I'm falling apart to songs about hips and hearts
• Pete's monologue

infinity on high

• The road outside my house is paved with good intentions
• you are the dreamer and we are the dream. I could write it better than you ever felt it.
• Penny for your thoughts but a dollar for your insight or a fortune for your disaster. And I'm just a painter and I'm drawing a blank
• I'm a stitch away from making it and a scar away from falling apart, apart
• Got postcards from my former selves saying: "How've you been?"
• It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche when the pearls in our shells got up to dance
• Signing off "I’m alright in bed but I’m better with a pen"
• everyone's looking for relief. United States versus disbelief

folie a deux

• I'm coming apart at the seams, pitching myself into other people's dreams
• I'm a loose bolt of a complete machine. What a match: I'm half doomed and you're semi-sweet
• I want to scream I love you from the top of my lungs. But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me. You can blame your problems on the world for so long. Before it all becomes the same old song.
• I've got troubled thoughts and the self esteem to match. What a catch
• Ohh baby you're a classic like a little black dress. you're a faded moon stuck on a little hot mess.
• Dear gravity, you've held me down in this starless city
• My head's in heaven, my soles are in hell. Let's meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well