| Coming Attractions |
| Except not. |
| I would swear that the goat on my shirt was not pink when I bought the shirt. Goats are not pink. Who the hell would color a goat pink? |
| 'the only thing he did wrong was fall in love with you....' |
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| Until you've seen this trash can dream come true You stand at the edge while people run you through And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you I thank the Lord there's people out there like you While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why They know not if it's dark outside or light This Broadway's go It's got a lot of songs to sing If I knew the tunes I might join in I'll go my way alone |
| You were fashionably sensitive but too cool to care |
| It hurts when I read that, and I don't know why but I know it shouldn't. |
| It's sad when you realize that the people who you thought were your friends don't like you at all. |
| I want this to stop Daddy tell me no Tell me I can't have it That's what your sposed to do Your sposed to yell at me Just tell me no Tell me I can't have it I want it so badly Tell me I can't go Just tell me no Then maybe I'll just stop wanting it. Tell me to stop Daddy answer me Tell me no Daddy are you listening? Then maybe I'd stop wanting it But I never listened to you anyway Daddy are you paying attention? Daddy? |
| It fucking pisses me off so bad when I am used and treated like a conselation prize. I am not here for you to ditch when you discover my friends are better than me, and I am not here for you to use. If you have any intention of using me, don't even talk to me to start with, just skip right to my friends.God you piss me off. |
| Song of Napalm After the storm, after the rain stopped pounding, we stood in the doorway watching horses walk off lazily across the pasture's hill. We stared through the black screen, our vision altered by distance so I thought I saw a mist kicked up around their hooves when they faded like cut-out horses away from us. The grass was never more blue in that light, more scarlet; beyond the pasture trees scraped their voices into the wind, branches crosscrossed the sky like barbed wire but you said they were only branches. Okay. The storm stopped pounding. I am trying to say this straight: for once I was sane enough to pause and breathe outside my wild plans and after the hard rain I turned my back on the old curses. I believed they swung finally away from me . . . But still the branches are wire and thunder is the pounding mortar, still I close my eyes and see the girl running from her village, napalm stuck to her dress like jelly, her hands reaching for the no one who waits in waves of heat before her. So I can keep on living, so I can stay here beside you, I try to imagine she runs down the road and wings beat inside her until she rises above the stinking jungle and her pain eases, and your pain, and mine. But the lie swings back again. The lie works only as long as it takes to speak and the girl runs only as far as the napalm allows until her burning tendons and crackling muscles draw her up into that final position burning bodies so perfectly assume. Nothing can change that, she is burned behind my eyes and not your good love and not the rain-swept air and not the jungle-green pasture unfolding before us can deny it. |
| But it's okay to come around
With nights like this are never ending I tried so hard to make this perfect You and I somehow We can't see eye to eye together We always knew that you worked better |
| Please don't sit in front of me and tell me how cute my friends are., and who you think you like, because every single time, it's not me. |
| Last Updated 11.16.03 |
| Sometimes you think about something, and just the thought of that thing makes you cry, because that thing hits you so hard, and you know ti changes everything, and nothing will be the same, and it hurts so much to imagine life like that, and you just cry, because you can't think of anything else to do that would make it go away. |
| Sometimes life isnt fair, and some things just dont make sense, and some people are luckier than others and they know it. Some people have talent, and a few others dont. Some people are smart and then some people arent, and sometimes everyone thinks someone is smart when they really arent. And sometimes people think someone has talent when really they dont. Some people have everything and others have nothing, and some people are shallow, and some are wishing that they were that person, as stupid as it seems. And sometimes I refuse to accept that, but thats just life and if the world didnt suck we'd all fall off. |