it's the side effect of gravity and i'm in your debt beyond belief for the endless echo on this frequency and intrinsic value of idiocy
while fabricated arsenals are circling the drain name two more words that rhyme with shame the injection is absorbed but never retained on the decline at point blank range
equations are deciphered and they're tied up tight so show some teen spirit and let the spark ignite we want to save the music but kill the industry no platinum records and shows close to free a martyr for the cause or just another ruse venal doused ambition is where you'll find the proof
Current mood: sick of answers in the form of medication
i connect the dots with the greatest of intent and it's helping keep me over confident cause we're all copies of chemical dependence to a common theme rare in existence ================================================== ======= i stumble through with no sense of direction painting the sky line with each forgotten lesson you loaded blanks in your phrase for this and the sound of the gun outweighs the shot ================================================== ======= euphemize this cause it's come to that much much too late to mount a comeback so take advantage of the smoke and mirrors if you're easy to touch but hard to feel ================================================== ======= ================================================== ======= swallowing this voltage we turn electric there's disapproval but you come to expect and we execute with attention to detail you'll suffocate the moment you exhale ================================================== ======= ================================================== =======
So if you didn't know Prozac Nation is a book and yes it was made into a movie also. Anyway, I'm madly in love with it. Well, that self destruction, being a junkie, and Sylvia Plath. As I'm sure you have figured out by now this is a song I wrote about the book. You said, duh. Love you. xoxox
simply complex and strict policy to wonder though midnights pharmacy there's not enough and it's too much so the less that i have the less that i want hardly this easy to disconnect from the evidence of a placed bet over defensive cause i'm under attack so i can't concentrate on getting sidetracked briefly long term and we can't prevent what's temporary or permanent I before E except after C or in neighbor, weight, or seize
the colour of your eyes is subliminal illuminating and aerosol but i'm reading a book to forget your face and the picture distorts but it won't erase
struggled through the mist in a purple haze with the lights out i missed the ricochet there's a dim sign flashing that weathered the storm and worse for wear is well worn we're mopping floor tile with janitor joe cause we're not what we own just what we owe my t-shirt logo says people are strange and we're holding company with a head change off the record it's cruel to be kind out of earshot erase and rewind but you were here for us so we're here for you in a timeless freeze frame still holding true
dead at 27 but i've felt the afterglow promise unfulfilled and stript skin to bone early retirements sleeping in late yeah sleeping in late and as this ends your records still spin
under silhouettes and under the fray without you the world is a lesser place myspace harassment has taken its toll they think they're so cool but there really just cold intensive charm and intensive care we're lucid over here but puzzling over there what really was and what was meant to be an address book of urgency beneath the surface my embers disintegrate for an anemic world i want to animate heavens rent control and i'm calling collect lost between the pages of the index
your heavens model of a resident angel and i'm trying to grasp this hypnotic spell i cry a-little and i laugh a-lot your in my memory gone but not forgot
DON'T KNOW WHO MEGAN MEIER IS? GOOGLE HER NAME AND FIND OUT IT'S SAD SAD SAD SAD
here's your helter skelter and charles manson with the white album and a beatles obsession quarantine the family whats yours is mine "no since makes since" in revolution 9 where's sharon at maybe the centra of heaven and valley of the dolls long lost expansion drown in empty cups or swim in full confessions are egos still dead or has there been a resurrection have philosophies expired as they pace back and forth are you committed to indifference or having an affair with remorse forget escape cause he won't or will he and our lessons learned never trust a hippie
charlie barely reads charlie barely writes charlie don't surf but he's good with a knife partly sarcastic but completely sincere as your paranoia's becoming clear
(1) make a list (2) math (3) steal money from the place you work at (4) fall asleep (5) look out the window (don't look, it's a trick) (6) take anything apart (7) cut your finger nails (8) plan a massive killing spree and/or bank robbery
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