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- I'm an old abandoned church with broken pews and empty aisles.
- What they call love is a risk, cause you'll always get hit out of nowhere by some wave and end up on your own.
- I wrote more postcards than hooks. I read more maps than books.
- I need the smell of summer, I need its noises in my ears.
- Coordinate brain and mouth, then ask me what it's like to have myself so figured out. I wish I knew.
- At least pretend you didn't want to get caught.
- These are the words you wish you wrote down. This is the way you wish your voice sounds. Handsome and smart. Oh, my tongue's the only muscle in my body that works harder than my heart.
- This is the grace that only we can bestow. This is the price you pay for loss of control.
- Your veil is ruined in the rain.
- If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand.
- So call it quits or get a grip.
- You are the smell before rain. You are the blood in my veins.
- And if it makes you less sad, I'll take your pictures all down. Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out.
- Brass buttons on your coat hold the cold in the shape of a heart that they cut out of stone.
- This story's old but it goes on and on until we disappear.
- I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea.
- Tobacco and peppermint, dusting for fingerprints.
- Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die. I'm a little bit scared of what comes after.
- I would kill for the Atlantic but I am paid to make girls panic while I sing.
- We burn the gallows they erect and cut the nooses they tie for our necks.
- If I could I would shrink myself and sink through your skin to your blood cells, remove whatever makes you hurt. But I am to weak to be your cure.
- Call me a safe bet. I'm betting I'm not.
- Hey, hey, hey Mr. Hangman, go get your rope.
- When I say let's keep in touch, I hope you know I mean I wish that you'd grow up.
- This is the first song for your mix tape, and it's short just like your temper.
- I'd arrest you if I had handcuffs.
- You're just jealous 'cause I'm young and in love. Your stomach's filled up, but you're starved for conversation.
- Dripping wet and clearly depressed, he headed straight for the stairs.
- Her lips taste like a loaded gun and I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor.
- So is that what you call a getaway? Tell me what you got away with. 'Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish. I've seen more guts in eleven year old kids.
- You're my favorite bird and when you sing I really do wish you'd wear my ring.
- So have another drink and drive yourself home. I hope there's ice on all the roads. And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt and again when your head goes through the windshield.
- Well I wrote your name and burned it to see the color of the flame, and it burned out the whole spectrum as if you were everything. Mine just burned gold, a normal flame. I am not anything.
- Something dies when you grow older but you do the best you can.
- You left the frays from the ties you severed when you said best friends, best friends forever.
- When I'm talking to myself I'd always rather be talking to you.
- Take a picture from off the wall when you think that nothing matters. Take a picture from the plane, it's a long way to the floor.
- Why doesn't anyone I know sleep? Are they all just scared of their dreams? When they lay their heads down at night, what are they haunted by?
- I, I am feeling like a veteran, uncompensated for the blood I've left to pool on foreign grounds.
- And so three cheers for my morose and bleeding pals. And now let's hear it for the tears that I've welled up.
- We live lives that are rich and blessed and we'll burn for how we transgress.
- If there's any justice in heaven, then God won't let me in. He'll lock the gates and take my weekend pass away.
- But now with the war I can tell they're a little shook up, 'cause just a few mothers sons will never really be enough, not 'til half our names are etched out in the wall, and the other half ruined from the things we saw.
- I'm happy to admit that maybe I am a little depressed 'cause I'm missing you to death.
- To think of all the paintings we would be without if Van Gogh had gone and died face-down from loss of blood the night he went and hacked his ear off.
- Please pose my skeletal remains. Give them a working pen and I will live forever.
oct 8 2008 ∞
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