- why am i scared of people in a room? why can’t they see a good time, are the people close to you? why don’t i just give in, have a drink and shake some hands? -oceans. (the format)
- sometimes when saylors are sailing, they think twice about where they’re anchoring. i think i could make better use of my time on land. i’ll drink less, ‘cause lord knows i could use a warm kiss, instead of a cold goodbye. i’m writing the folks back home to tell them, “hey i, hey i’m doing alright”. -if work permits. (the format)
- and so i walk the web in search of love, but always seem to end up stuck. i’m finding flaws in everyone, i’ve reached the point where all i want is to sleep around in hopes that i will catch back up. we are parallel lines, we’re running in circles, we’re never meant to cross. -dog problems. (the format)
- 1,000 umbrellas upturned couldn’t hold all the wet that drained out of my eyes when you said we were over, over, i cried ‘til i floated downstream to a town they call misery. -1,000 umbrellas. (the format)
- i love it when you talk so much, you act like nothing went wrong. i’m looking for a dead end song, we’re sitting finding flaws in everyone. i wanna keep you by my side, holding off tidal waves. -dead end. (the format)
- i read your last entry. overpriviledged kids keep crying. they need to fit in, but it’s hard when living life from a screen. old classmates please drop all your pens, don’t write a word ‘cause i won’t reply. and i’m not bitter, no, it’s just i’ve passed that point in my life. -i’m ready, i am. (the format)
- i’m trying to find truth in words and rhymes and notes and, all the things i wish i wrote ‘cause i feel like i’ve been losing you, each night it ends too soon. you don’t hold me like you used to, and your eyes look like they’ve seen too much. it’s always some excuse, too tired, too obtuse. -i’m ready, i am. (the format)
- and i scream as loud as anyone, but when asked to make a point, i tend to whisper. -if work permits. (the format)
- now your scared of love, let me tell you love’s not some blood on the receiver. love is speaking in code, it’s an inside joke, love is coming home. -if work permits. (the format)
- now all my friends, they break and they bend, they take shape and they tend to get better with time. -oceans (the format)
- i wish we'd always wake up new; refreshed and born again with nothing left to lose. but we dream too much. -sore thumb (the format)
- what’s left to lose? you’ve done enough. and if you fail, when then you fail, but not to us. these last three years, i know they’ve been hard, but now it’s time to get out of the desert and into the sun. even if it’s alone. -on your porch (the format)
- all the girls pose the same for pictures. all the boys got the same girls’ hair. but i am bored ‘cause i feel but older. look at me, as if i’ve got a reason to stare. -she doesn’t get it (the format)
- so please just leave, you don’t mean that much to me. you keep the ring, i’ll take the saturdays in bed. ‘cause i know you need them, as for me it’s nothing new just another two years. i wish we’d always wake up new, refreshed and born again with nothing left to lose, but we dream too much. -sore thumb. (the format)
- and these chords remain, we’ll use them to exploit the friends. we’ve since forgot the friends we’ve lost, you all know just who you are. ‘cause i’ve since made graves, but i’m too scared to etch the names for fear that i’m the one who’s changed. -wait, wait, wait. (the format)
- you know me, or you think you do, you just don’t seem to see. i’ve been waiting all this time to be something i can’t define. so let’s cause a scene, clap our hands and stomp our feet or something, yeah something, i just gotta get myself over me. -the first single. (the format)
- one more thing, i keep having this dream. where i’m standing on a mountain looking down on the street, and i can hear kids in low-income housing singing “we’re through causing a scene”. well i don’t know what it means, but i, too, i’m through with causing a scene. -take your time. (fun.)
- of everyone who called, very few say “we believe in you”. the overwhelming choices; i’m just a boy inside a voice, and if it’s true, then what the fuck have i been doing the last six years? how’d i find love and conquer all my mad fears? -take your time. (fun.)
- now i’m not scared of the song, or the states, or the stages. i’m not scared, i’ve got friends, took my call, came courageous, and now i feel like i am home. -take your time. (fun.)
- if we were honest and both wrote a sonnet, together a sandwhich with everything on it. at least we would know that the sparks wouldn’t glow but we owe it to ourselves a try, so we aim and ignite! -light a roman candle (fun.)
- i can’t help but remember james dean. see we are part of the few who agree, that hey he lived life fast but he died, he died, he died. me, i’m gonna live forever…and for the first time, in a long time, i feel alive. -barlights. (fun.)
- i’m scared that everyone is out to get me. these days before you speak to me, you pause. i always see you looking out your window, after all you lost your band, you left your mom. -be calm. (fun.)
- suddenly i’m lost on my street, on my block. oh why, oh why, oh why haven’t you been there for me, can’t you see i’m losing my mind? this time, this time i think it’s for real. -be calm. (fun.)
- be calm, be calm, i know you feel like you are breaking down. well i know, that it gets so hard sometimes, be calm. take it from me, i’ve been there a thousand times. you hate your pulse because it still thinks you’re alive, and everything’s wrong. it just gets so hard sometimes, be calm, be calm. -be calm. (fun.)
- i’ve come to find that i can’t be defined. -benson hedges. (fun.)
- i swear when i grow up, i won’t just buy you a rose. i will buy the flower shop, and you will never be lonely. -the gambler. (fun.)
- you wanted better love while it was sleeping in your bedroom. -walking the dog. (fun.)
- how you lost your mind, and your wrist got bruised, and you wanted better love while it was sleeping in your bedroom. hold on, stay on my side, don’t go. if you could see me, whoever i am. it’s not like a movie. it’s not all skin and bones. -walking the dog. (fun.)
- after all the shows, after the boys of summer had gone. amid all the confusion, and friends i’d been losing. i always thought from the start, i’d be the one moving on. i guess i’ll never know, where all the boys of summer will go. but i’ll miss what we made, all the days were not wasted, there are some things i may never know. -walking the dog. (fun.)
- please don't make me face my generation alone. -all the pretty girls. (fun.)
- if you're lost and alone, or you're sinking like a stone, carry on. may your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground, carry on. -carry on. (fun.)
feb 2 2012 ∞
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