Not another sunrise Not another dry, stale taste in your
If I were sand And you were oceans The moon would be Why you're pulled
we were doomed from the start, as starters are why am i doing this digging my own grave though it's shallow, i would lie in it work down in the basement in the dark, after we crash your car hoping fast that my arrow hits the mark so you know
To look at her makes me shiver I can see right through her eyes in her mind She is tongue tied, she won't make a sound And believes she can only hide when I turn
Admit it; despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance and vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs, you know nothing about art or sex that you couldn't read in any trendy New York underground fashion !
Never, if you're out there Come along and save us from ourselves Never will comfort us Everything's wrong Never will come for us Never will come, come ?
And the rest of it is waiting
i can not stand emo posers!! they dress the same but it is easy to pick them out here is how you can tell:
if they are a poser they : 1. tell everyone that they are an emo 2. they cut them selves in front of other people 3. they do horizontal cut on their wrists (real emos cut vertically because it cuts up the vein not just once across it) 4. they think that they scare everyone and think that that's cool 5. they hang out with other people who do everything as the above (those people really piss me off)
a real emo is: 1. someone who is always alone 2. doesn't talk to many people 3. someone who is genually upset all the time 4. they dont tell people that they are emo 5. a person who dosent care about anything, dosent care about anyone else 6. they express them selves through their music and clothing 7.
i write sins, not !
Just snap out of it! (You're starting to annoy me...) Pull yourself out of it! (I'm just feigning sympathy for you but I could really care less.) I wish there was something I could do.. (I wish there was something I could do to make you stop whining.) Maybe you should talk to someone. (Maybe you should leave me alone and go bother someone else.) Did you take your meds? (You're much easier to be around when you're .)
Close your eyes, don't breathe too deep ?
Last night, I stayed on call all night I watched her die three times !
god created butterfly kisses to ruin concentration, land in you warmer than a whisper ()
When you walk by a group of "normal people", you chuckle to yourself, patting yourself on the back as you scoff
It's the same superiority complex shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma You spend every moment of your waking life !
I watch and stand still I'm fading out
Words have no feeling without loaded meanings Words take too long to come across
The verses are wasted on words you won't relate to On words you'll never hear
Words, so sympathetic Symphonic, yet pathetic Are tossed on to the song The meaning is
tell your friends about say anything. the more of you tell your friends, the less money i will have to loan from my (relatively) rich parents to actually keep this band going. (i am LITERALLYretarded from being spoiled and cannot work an actual job though i will definetly have to learn the hard way in probably a year or two when this fails and .)
tell me about your love affairs, tell me about your moral resignation
tell me about your love affairs, i want to know all the
I'm not a flower, so I MUST be a !
Well, let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self-involved I spend hours in front of the mirror making my hair elegantly disheveled I self-medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my
it's cold outside and the sunsets are still beautiful i wish that i could tell you that the sun never stops shining when i think
Take two years and call me when you're better Take teardrops of mine, find yourself
december came and went, hold on to memories i miss the colors when you wish upon your star remember this is not a dream that you can live when you fall asleep
I used to obsess over living Now I only obsess over you
Tell me you'd like boys like me better In the dark lying on top of you
From day one I talked about getting out But not forgetting about How my worst fears are letting out
He said why put a new address On the same old loneliness When breathing just passes the time Until we all just get old and die
Now talking's just a waste of breath And living's just a waste of death And why put a new address on the same old loneliness And this is you and me And me and you Until we've got
look down (...because the ground is easier to understand and doesn't take so much work to figure out but i'd rather not know where i'm standing and have an idea of )
Committed…to what?! This man hasn't committed to anything besides vaping and making mediocre music for .
Take this blade to my wrist, help me end what makes you ugly Leave me black and save yourself
I'll never
if i could bottle my hopes in a store bought scent they'd be nutmeg peach
And it's each beat pounding in my head This too familiar sound repeating Every note making up for words unsaid
We've all sang this same hymn of
you'll still be here when august turns to april and ask me where i've been, well here i am ()
but forever's a beautiful word when spoken two inches from
God, my blood boils at the thought of you !
its okay, .
That's why she !
i'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake the hand behind this pen relives a failure every day so wear me like a locket around your throat i'll weigh you down i'll watch you choke (you look )
And you walk tri-city sidewalks in a circle But parking lot lover, you hang and you hover And I'll sleep next to your bed all through the springtime Beneath bright red streetlights and sickly slow oceansides Salvation in
If I could be anything, I would be medication
i press my lips against your face, your skin radiates with love i'm soaking it all up, and it feels like i'm
Commenters observe that the audience is indeed almost exclusively white boys. The mere presence of teenage girls as fans has apparently ruined Fall Out Boy’s .
I hate those steal a band shirt from my dads closet, a pair of my sisters pants, wear my moms thong, blackeyed peas listening ipod wearing, quische eating, comb my hair to the side, clairol stock buying, eyeliner crying, saucony shoe sportin', .
This is a day to celebrate forlorn discontment, a day where yearning gives way to utter despondence. Every living creature dies alone, and you're no different. Deepen that wound while turning your tears into lube. .
The fever is basically whatever ails you or oppresses you. It could be anything. In my case, it’s my neurosis, my depression, but I don’t want to be limited to that. It’s certainly different for different people. It’s whatever keeps you up at night. And then the mirror is like, as you might have guessed, self-examination or reflection or whatever form. This could be vanity, or self-loathing. I don’t know, I’m guilty of both. I want people to feel sorry for me. When I was a kid I used to carry a safety pin around with me everywhere I went in my pocket, and when people weren’t paying enough attention to me, I’d dig it into my arm until I started crying. Everyone would stop what they were doing and ask me what was the matter. I guess I kind of liked that. But I hate it when people look at me. I get nauseous. In fact, I could care less what people .