Sam Rudich
I've been wasting this fucking year on the idea of getting up and moving on, but I wait around, just emptying bottles in the basement of the slovak center on my side of town.
it's a major fucking bummer.
Because I feel nothing like my father. He's been sleeping underground. Don't wait around. There's nothing there at all. There's nothing but the end. You're not awake (Tell me, tell me the things that I'll never have). So I'll just stay home (I'm talking to you). You're not awake (Tell me, tell me the things that I'll never have). You're fucking gone.
Important Things (Spector Magic)
Full speed to a future of self-medication and poor understand of everything you wasted four years in learning (the future the future, the airs fucking burning). And sleep, I can't sleep. I did some funny things with my best friend Patrick. This is a song that will most likely bore you. This is a song that will most likely put you to sleep. Oh my. My god. Why do I wake up late just to stay up late and feel lousy? If that's the thing, if that's everything, why can't I stop? Another empty hearted notion gone to shit, but it belongs in shit. Why can't I see the sunspots in your eyes?
Pump Fake
So when did cigarettes start cluttering your hands? I ponder this some nights alone when I undress. And what do you do with those boys I see you with, or better yet, what would I do if you came back? I'd say no, or I hope I could, but I still want you. And what do you think I would do after you left? Would I stay sober? I think it'd be much worse. I'd cut my arms off. No regeneration.
Kirk Cameron Crowe
I saw you standing there and well I, well I, I can't be trusted. I'm lost without a reason. But I think I could love you if only you would stop staring at me when the sentences I make don't turn out right. I cannot handle it. No. Don't take it as an insult, I only wish you were staring at me when I roll over because I can't sleep at night, or I'm smiling because there's snow falling outside, or when the breaks lock and we're clearly gone die. I'm gonna grab your arm and scream, "I love you!" I hope you know that I'll love you.
Methuselah Rookie Card
Hey. I'm dazed on your front lawn tonight. I'll drive home screaming At the Drive-In. I've been driving this thing for too long, and on and on and the point is etc. I will explode if I don't. Believe me, that I know. I will explode if I don't kiss you now. I've been living like a sailor, my sea legs are wearing down.
I Think We're In Minsk
play vera lynn at my funeral, though I don't think we will meet again. I'm not morbid. I'm just forgetful and I think it'd be a funny way to end. But I can wait to get there. I know that light is somewhere so I'll fucking find it I swear. Tie it down and drag it back home. sunburnt like every summer. sleepless like every new year. if I die, I'm dying right here. all my friends I'm begging you stay close. real life: it will get you every time. oh my god. now let me contradict the last few things I wrote, like, "I'm not morbid. I'm just forgetful". because I am morbid. the dam is fucking breaking.
So I Shotgunned A Beer And Went Back To Bed
why are my eyes always shifting away from everyone else's eyes? A minor case; major depressive. A fantastic film score. My father's bike; my weight descending, with nothing to wait for. Then I push my hair back. Then I mess it up. Then I bite my tongue from singing what you'll all say. "You swore that you would live your life without regret. Well, what do you wait for?" Melissa. I fucked up. I won't cut my arms off, that won't keep me warm at night. And I'll do my best to live my life without regret.
Snowing
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