i miss this girl..

je veux les savoir, vos plans

I want to know your plans and how involved in them I am. When you leave for good this fall will I be forgiven? And if you want roses, I'll buy a bouquet. If that just won't cut it, well what can I say? You’re what keeps me believing this world’s not gone dead, strength in my bones and the words in my head. They pour out to paper, it's all for you cause that’s what you do, thats what you do. I want to know your fears, and if you'll forget me next year. And when the jets go up and out will your heart stay here? If you could forgive me, for being so brash, well you, you could hit me or whip me, oh I’d savor each lash. You’re what keeps me believing the world’s not gone dead, strength in my bones and words in my head, they pour out to paper, its all for you cause that’s what you do. No more fighting it is only a waste of our time 'cause soon we’ll be leavin. Will this strength still be mine? I'll look out for you, till I die, 'till I rot. Oh I'll remember you, till I die, 'till I rot.
You’re what keeps me believing the world’s not gone dead,strength in my bones and the words in my head they pour out to paper, its all for you. You’re what keeps me believing the world’s not gone dead, strength in my bones and words in my head. They pour out to paper, its all for you cause that's what you do...

Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Time Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true

Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice it's my disguise
I'm by your side

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me

Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good

Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame

Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This ones for you

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me.

autumn vs. fiction

Oh why can't I be what you need?
A new improved version of me.
But I'm nothing so good
no, I'm nothing...
just bones, a lonely ghost burning down songs
of violence, of love, and of sorrow.
I beg for just one more tomorrow!
Where you'd hold me down, fold me in
deep deep deep in the heart of your sins.

I'd break in two over you
I'd break in two
and each piece of me dies
and only you can give the breath of life!
But you don't see me. You dont.

Here I'm pinned between darkness and light,
bleached and blinded by these nights.
Where I'm tossing and tortured till dawn
by you, visions of you, then you're gone.
The shock bleeds the red from my face,
when i hear someone's taken my place.
How could love be so thoughtless, so cruel?
When all, all that i did was for you...

I'd break in two over you
I'd break in two
and each piece of me dies
and only you can give the breath of life!
But you dont see me. You don't.

I'd break in two over you
I'd break in two
and each piece of me dies
and only you can give the breath of life!
But you don't see me. You don't.

I'd break in two over you,
I'd break in two over you! Over you
I'd break in two,
I would break in two for you.
Now you see me, now you don't.
Now you need me, now you don't.






You might be just what I need
No I would not change a thing
Been dreaming of this so long
But we only exist in this song
The thing is, I'm not worth the sorrow
And if you come and meet me tomorrow
I will hold you down, fold you in
Deep, deep, deep in the fiction we live
I break in two over you
I break in two
And if a piece of you dies
Autumn, I will bring you back to life
Of course I see you
I do.

fast

i feel like i'm falling... falling away.




what happens when someone disappears?
are they forgotten?

eff word

life sucks.




and all that i want to do right now is get into bed and sleep forever.. and possibly cry.

and i don't think that anyone or anything can really make me happy right now.

S.A.D. much? i think so.

i hate winter. and everything about it, especially the fact that stupid schools decide to put majority of a students school like in the most depressing time of year. as if school didn't suck enough already.

yes. i'm a complainer. but i don't know what else to do right now.

and i have class in half an hour, in the coldest classroom i have ever been in.
shoot me in the face.



oh yeah,, all this, and jen says she has "shitty news". i wonder if i'm out of a house.



eff word.

your comatose conviction means nothing to me

[ Praxis is the touchtone of our thought.
Minds inform our movement making music with our actions - we are all musicians; dancing to the beat of a thousand different drums - combined in tribal counterpoint - until the chaos is so loud it can no longer be heard, only felt - and these words are not spoken, but they are yelled. ]





All of your words have fallen to the ground.
You have sold yourself to vanity.
I see your masks, falsehood seeps from you.
But I don't believe a single tale from you.
You scream of destruction and of anarchy.
You writhe in the pain of a love once lost.
But I don't buy a word, not one word.
You sell what's true of yourself (for) vain silver.
Every last drop of your blood runs cold; (you) stale cadaver.
When did your heart last beat (you) whitewashed corpses?
Your pulse has faded - your face so pale (you) stale cadaver.
If this is oppression, your heart should be beating.
If you are a warrior, your foe should be bleeding.
If this really hurts you, I should find you weeping.
I've only just met you yet, I find that your comatose conviction means nothing to me.
Choke on your glory.
I won't let you suffocate what now lives.
Art is the depth of our essence, it cannot be void of truth.
The truth of your expression has withered - your wick has become cold.
You cannot buy what's real.
You cannot buy the truth.