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Some say love is a burning thing
That it makes a fiery ring
Oh but I know love as a fading thing
Just as fickle as a feather in a stream
See, honey, I saw love. You see, it came to me
It put its face up to my face so I could see
Yeah then I saw love disfigure me
Into something I am not recognizing

See, the cage, it called. I said, “Come on in”
I will not open myself up this way again
Nor lay my face to the soil, nor my teeth to the sand
I will not lay like this for days now upon end
You will not see me fall, nor see me struggle to stand
To be acknowledge by some touch from his gnarled hands
You see, the cage, it called. I said, “Come on in”
I will not open myself up this way again

 

Calling all comas,
Prisoner on the loose.
Description:
A spitting image of me
Except for the heart-shaped hole where the hope runs out

 

And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess

 

andy went back to school. he got sick of newbury comics.
aaron still rides a lot, except now, now he's just fatter.
alex took over for alex van halen after his major surgery.
jon, well, he got married to laura and i teach their kid in first grade.

 

Days of my youth wasted on a selfish fool
Who ran for the hills from the hand you were dealt
I flew far away, as far as I could go
Your time is running out
And I'm a long way from home

 

I have been blessed with a wilder mind

 

I’m not saying that I’m giving up
I’m just trying not to think as much as I used to
Cause "never" is a lonely little messed up word
Maybe I’ll get it right some day

For the first time in a long time
I can say that I want to try
I feel helpless for the most part
But I’m learning to open my eyes

And the sad truth of the matter is
I’ll never get over it
But I’m gonna try

To get better and overcome each moment
In my own way

 

What if you found out you’re an illusion caught in a body nobody cares for?
What am I doing? Caught in a landslide.
It’s punishment when you don’t deserve it.
What am I doing? Carve me a new love.
Open the blinds.
Your life deserves light.

"Misery on Misery" - Young and Heartless

 

Now I'm all messed up
Sick inside wondering where,
Where you're leaving your makeup

 

I still see your shadow, but never your face again.
I remember your presence.

My favorite part of Define the Great Line right there.

 

One more time, love
Won't you come remind me I'm someone believed in?
I'm someone still within your reach?
'cause all I've got is sleep
against my fear of being swept away
by the wind, the undertow, and thought

 

meatloaf was her claim to fame, all hail the queen

 

I often wonder why I carry all this guilt when it's you that helped me put up all these walls I've built

 

I smell the sound of a growing gash
With pop sensibilities
K Q E D
"It's a tune that equals you"

 

I wonder how long it would take
If the world was a ship
For us all to sink

 

Tie me up! Untie me!
All this wishing I was dead is getting old.
It's getting old!
It goes on, but it's old.

 

The other night I dreamt I was finally out of college
In my own pair of sandals, I had turned into my father
Whistling our tune about the Rio Grande
Like an anchorite in June I took hold of my own hand
And started on the Abrahamic joke we knew
About apostrophes and pronouns and you-remember-who
"But let's keep that silly punchline between me and you
Little Haroon
And the man in the moon."

 

Your brother got killed in the snow while you slept
But you never grew out of the secrets you kept
To keep all his light-headed hoping alive
Carried for miles inside of your mind.
Now I’m writing down all of my saintly complaints
And pulling the strings they’ve attached to my face
But I’m done haunting houses
And cursing at God
And filling up spaces with black and white fog.
I saw my whole life in the glass on the floor
Well what did you think all of that shaking was for?
Now I’m floating downstream
Chasing after my bones.
Well I guess I grew old
But I never went home.

 

So when you live off every scrap of your self
take solace in knowing as somebody else
though time will tear our bodies off
the you that I knew will not be forgotton
No the you that I knew will never be lost

Apoptosis
You're always ending
Life in the body is an intention
All that you love in the instance
is lost in the waves of existence

You are a current
You are a tide
and of the contents
the tenuousness of life
All that you wait on
All that you long for
when you attain it
you will be no more

 

And by the way you brought me here,
it makes me believe the best is still yet to come and I don't want to leave.
Forgive my hesitation but I'm learning to trust in you.
Help me to dream these dreams because I don't have a clue.

 

You died in your sleep last night...
Death dreams you don't forget
It's been a while since I dreamed this but
Even now, when asleep, I'll tread with care

 

she said, "i know it's only in my head"

 

hi kids, do you like violence

 

Listen people to a story
That was written long ago,
'bout a kingdom on a mountain
And the valley folks below.
On the mountain was a treasure
Hidden deep beneath a stone,
And the valley people swore
They'd have it for their very own.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing,
Come the judgment day,
On the bloody morning after
One tin soldier rides away.

So the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill,
Asking for the buried treasure
Tons of gold for which they'd kill.
Came the answer from the kingdom,
With our brothers we will share,
All the riches of the mountain,
All the treasure buried there.

Now the valley cried with anger,
Mount your horses, draw your swords
And they killed the mountain people,
So they won their just rewards
Now they stood before the treasure
On the mountain dark and red
Turned the stone and looked beneath it
Peace on earth, was all it said.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat and friend,
Do it in the name of heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgment day,
On the bloody morning after
One tin soldier rides away.

 

Even if I see you crying, you'll still probably be lying