An Intimate MessageThrowing caution to the CPU fan,
I gave you the wardrobe you asked for.
Wide eyed you mortified me,
devistatingly perfect a beating of sorts.
If I become nostalgia, you'll always love me more.
It snowed today, triple layers and mittens,
Care Not For Your ClubnightsIndoctrinated into a tribe of the musically unkind,
where the pretense of a scene can overrule a fragile mind
until a boxticking system closes doors to outside.
I mean you’ll look pretty cool but a part of you will die,
and when I say you look cool I mean only to your friends
the general opinion is you act like a bellend.
Your arrogance is based on a personal preference
and that preference is based on your scenes consensus.
Deep Down I'm American WerewolfStacked up to my height
turn and see you cry.
Crumpled down to my size
broken by your fathers vice.
Those years you don't remember
I spent crumpling leather.
In the seat next to where you drive
where you gave your best advice.
Deep Down I'm Really Kirk Van HoutenSad songs won’t make up for the things that I have done,
and sorry means nothing when I haven’t learnt my lessons.
Repeat my lines as if I’m a victim, repeat my lines as if I am kind.
I am a thief and a liar, and they mean less to me every time.
Paint myself as an angel,
I don’t deserve your praise.
I wear my sadness on my sleeve,
densityI followed you home for the first time today.
You went with him to the observatory.
Sit down and bask in the Springfield lights,
twenty feet away I have binnocular eyes.
You said “Knock it off”, and slapped your first kiss.
I couldn’t believe that you’d accept his.
A million tiny candles set the stage,
he’s filled with guts, me jealous rage.
GB Eating GB While Listening To GBEnthusiastic beyond belief
In a busy room you're all I see
I fear this admiration will be the end of me
blurring the lines between what I want and what I need
Calm down, don't let her see how fast your heart is beating
Calm down, control your breathing.
GB Eating GB Whilst Listening To GBEnthusiastic beyond belief
In a busy room you're all I see
I fear this admiration will be the end of me
blurring the lines between what I want and what I need
Calm down, don't let her see how fast your heart is beating
Calm down, control your breathing.
Harvey Milk Shit On The TableLike a cat who's not yet used to it's claws,
I'll hurt anyone I try to adore.
I may be stretched out over your floor,
but I want to open your mind and not your jaw.
Did I make it too easy to hurt me?
Because you didn't seem to struggle at all.
I am A Familiar Creak In Your FloorboardsDoing nothing to substitute self-gratification
I climax with a sigh
distance myself from all coversation
where is my mind?
I know it's annoying when my head drifts away.
I convince myself I'm moronic
and I guess that might be true
when nothing compares to something platonic
I Am In Great Pain, Please Help MeFloundering attempts at making some sort of sense
Striving for significance - In a universe that will not give a shit
The myth of Sisyphus
Authenticity is important, but I'm not sure who I am anymore
I'm at the point now where I'm also doubting who I was before
The arbitrary nature of thought leaves me alone and paranoid
Synonyms for a void
If I Were You I'd Be Throwing UpThe way I cast a net
Too many holes to swim through
As to not offend the fish
Even if they do want you
Safer not to presume
Safer still to up and leave the room
Is even eye contact rude?
You'll never know that I noticed you.
It's OK, I Wouldn't Remember Me EitherI don't want to be awake again
I spend my days with my head in my hands
If I go outside, I'll fall apart
I am mostly scared by passing time
The world it seems gets more unkind
Inevitable tragedies will soon be mine
Leech BoyI feel like a leech to everyone around me
unsure and false promises I make.
I invade your existence with my dependence
and leave you guilt tripped until you take
care of me, for If not I will surely die.
I don’t feed or clean myself and I am always high,
putting pipe dreams before the necessities in life.
Without your help I have no hope to survive.
Little CreepyShe said that all I’ll ever be is a creep, little creepy.
A consequence of being unkempt, trippin’ and unhappy.
Michael said that we should be ashamed for not molding them into better people.
I propose you accept the notion that sometimes people can’t help their emotions.
I propose you accept that notion before you lose all your friends.
Memento MoriEveryone I love is going to die,
and I will die as well.
I think about this before I sleep,
and have since I was a child.
In my life will I make a difference?
In my death will I be missed?
Will I be granted some sort of an afterlife,
or will I just cease to exist?
NotchesNoone to wonder when I'll be home
One more night stoned alone
Ever-increasing notches on my belt
I want to feel more than just sorry for myself
I still feel stupid when I cry.
I need to try...
obsessive muso w no friendsOne more night alone in my room
Listening to music I think makes me cool.
It's not cool being lonely, not cool being cold.
Not cool being someoen you wouldn't want to know.
Now my room stinks like shit,
I've been in here too long.
Dwelling on lines in other peoples songs.
Obsessive Muso With No FriendsOne more night alone in my room
Listening to music I think makes me cool.
It's not cool being lonely, not cool being cold.
Not cool being someoen you wouldn't want to know.
Now my room stinks like shit,
I've been in here too long.
Dwelling on lines in other peoples songs.
Only Everyone Can Judge MeHive mind is scary I feel vulnerable and stupid
Waiting for a new embaressment to go and tear right through me
A dependent fruitless animal, watch me brimming with shame.
And this confidence I fake only makes matters worse.
I am not a stallion, I am just perverse.
Hopeless, and docile, and tamed.
Pope AlexanderMy brain, would never let me forget you.
it's not like you're lingering,
it's more like your haunting.
If there was lacuna
I wonder if I would delete you,
just because I know you wouldn't need to.
Privately Owned Spiral GalaxyThought cycle gusty a mind filled with hot air.
Must I care for nothing more than myself? Do I dare
admit the fraught thoughts cavorting? Resorting in inner-directed mourning
for the part of me that was selfless but left without a warning.
Well that’s what I said, but maybe it’s the fact that I detest
this obsession with myself that’s left a mess inside my head.
Oh shit I’m doing it again, repelling any potential friend,
revealing my innate ability to never fully comprehend
Song For A Guilty SadistThis makes me feel like a weak man who thinks that he is strong.
Must I play the chauvanist to be the man you want?
Sweaty fingers push down on your throat, you say you like it rough,
but it's hard to think I do this out of love.
And from my own submissive pleasure I want to do just as you wish,
but I slap your face too lightly when you ask me to make fists.
Kiss me softly do not bite, we can explore like naughty kids.
You say you're bored, want dominating, and I just stare and flinch.
The Only Way I Could Save Myself Now Is If I Start FirebombingThis debilitating cynicism leaves me throwing fists
blindly, unkindly I deliberately hide so that you can find me.
Unmentionable, the seeking of attention that we require,
and I impede my own libido with a silent fear of fire.
Hold me higher than your loved ones,
mask my bad intentions.
I wish I was as pure as my lustlessness suggested.
WasteIt's as if I believe the more that I squeeze this pillow between my thighs
the more likely the chance, I'll find romance if it somehow becomes alive.
I share my bed with a bad brain spilt ash and cum stains almost every night
Please find me a drug to replace the love that is slowly leaving my life
you know you're wasting away, wasting your days
Welcome To Castle IrwellI woke up this morning wanting to cry
and when I called her I realised why.
Although she was honest, she spoke with a cold tongue.
I broke down in the courtyard when it came to light
she broke every promise in the space of one night.
She made me hate this city, immediatly.
I thought she was something else,
but as it turns out she was just someone else.
You Couldn't Teach Me IntegrityThere's a likely chance that if you're a girl I've met I've imagined a life with you.
I know that probably sounds obsessive but that's just what I do.
I'm desperate like a praying atheist, I need love I need affection and I hate myself for this.
Get over yourself I say under my breath, when I get annoyed with the thoughts in my head.
I don't deserve to say I'm sad, I don't know what sadness is.
I'm nothing more than complaints from a dumb spoilt kid.
I crave love, I crave attention,
and I hate myself for this.
Your Own Worst Enemy CriticYou make me feel like what I do is important
The pressure of a compliment
I am humbled and bemused
Ill fitting in these shoes
You choose what you choose.
Let's all take a step back now
and focus on the luck that comes with praise
zains, cam4, wah-wah and sirensGet me a pot to piss in, then get me a pen to write about it.
Tear me a mouth to feed on the side of my leg.
Please let me pretend I'm not embaressed of myself.
Hold me up against the light,
look through me like tracing paper and tell me everything will be alright.
Each night I'm scared I'll die in my sleep.
Am I losing my mind or am I skipping beats?