"Bike Scene"

I'll leave the lights down low
so she knows I mean business
And maybe we could talk this over
Cause I could be your best bet
Let alone your worst ex
And let alone your worst...
So honestly, how could you say those things
when you know they don't mean anything
And you know very well
that I can't keep my hands to myself
I wanna hate you so bad
But I can't stop this
anymore than you can
This is all wrong and it shows
The certain things I promised not to let you know
You've got this silly way
of keeping me on the edge of my seat
But you're only counting the clock against the train
And I'm miserable
And you're just getting started
You've got me right where you want me
Let's never talk a bout this again because...
I didn't want it to mean that much to me anyway...

Beautiful People

The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern.

Beautiful people do not just happen...

musically inclined

Null and Void.

You never lose by loving.

You always lose by holding

back.

Over Kill

im hoping for that moment of self-realization.

what drunks call "the moment of clarity"

because im desperate to finally make mistakes

and make a mess of things.

but until then, ill keep flying under the radar.
trying to get by on as little sleep as possible.

as only people in my disposition do.

or know how to do.

'arrivederci amore mio'

Wandering

My hands always have a habit of wandering
Just like her mind, to thoughts that are rated R
Or like the sun across the sky from horizon to horizon

My fingers crawl across her warm skin...
I find her, inch by inch.
I close my eyes and use fresh memory of soft flesh under restricting attire
And the noises she makes

They never get old
Somewhere between the gasps and sighs we start shedding fabrics

Soon were buried deep under our own submissions.

Stripped down to our bare bodies...

Then insecurities start melting away

along with our inhibitions.

Now were down to our bare souls...

The last thing left is bliss
But thats never hard to find

It comes, and always comes.
With a liberal amount of sexual persuasion

Hey ya...

Didnt realize how sad of a song this is till its slowed down and sang in acoustic.

A PLAGUE, ON BOTH YOUR HOUSES!!!

Paris is always burning

Im to honest god im trying my hardest. But for some reason, no matter how hard i try i relapse and have to start all over again. Im leaving for somewhere that doesnt even remotely remind me of you. One of those instance where flying under the radar is essential for survival.

I wish i could love you like i used to

Love is only as complicated as we make it to be, its only as painful as we want it to be, and its only as amazing as we hope it to be.

Fresh to def

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