i must of done a dozen

I'm working on that.
It's the outline; not like the outline of a state or the outline of some research project.
The outline of being human. All the lines and tubes and concrete pieces.
It's what we are, but god knows you don't know a lot about that. I could help.
Well, probably not.
I overlooked it and I'm pretty sure it's not worth any time or effort on my part.

It's just you're unrealistic and hedonistic and I'm here working on all the opposite forces.
You don't dare, then you tell me I'm self-absorbed.
This routine is getting stale. You might have been right because I'm not sure how I feel.

There's no sight to see.

loved you more than everything
loved you more than anything
loved anything more than everything.

hysteric.

we are only as stable as a chair with it's screws loose.
Let's pretend we've got it worked out.
I know we are real good at pretending.

Flow sweetly, hang heavy
you suddenly complete me.

I DONT KNOW IF THE WORLD KNOWS HOW GODDAMN GOOD THE NEW BLACK LIPS IS!

JESUS FUCXKING CHRIST. (<--- best typo ever. keepin it.)

IT DONT MATTA WHAT THEY SAY
YOU CANT BE THE JACK JOHNSTON OF TODAY
BIG BLACK BABY JESUS ON THE WAY
MY ONLY JESUS OF TODAY

C'MON
DO IT DO IT TODAY
BIG BLACK JESUS ON THE WAY!

IT DONT MATTA WHAT THEY SAY

I really miss playing softball.

It's the idea of tug of war.
Up and down and a "Thank you" in between.
I'm begging you to just tell me.

It's sticky like every situation you've ever gotten yourself into.

I feel like I'm not on the same page anymore. Was I ever?
I want to extend my position on the fact that you never put out much of an effort.
I waited for so long and I swear that one night I called your name three times,
and you didn't hear me. Maybe you just did a great job of ignoring me.





You're probably not as bad, as I make you out to be.

it wasn't quite time for the brain's chance at explosion.

has anyone seen "my life without me"?

I don't know how she is ready.
I always knew she'd be the one to end up like them.

I had a bad dream, it's gonna make you go.
If I do find a phone in my pocket, and things you don't know.
I pulled out the phone, still black with blood, still.
I knew just where it came from, remembered the kill.
If you had not lived it is not true.
I, forever haunted by god and you.

You came back alive.
When you should have been dead.
The shavings of skin, shot through me.
The bottle dying.
With all of my love, I wished you back dead.
Ghosts and rocks and fingers, read all in my head.
You never are just what you seem.
The fight lasts my sleep, and so I dream.

I had a bad dream, it's gonna make you go.
Of all of the blood by the wall.
And things you don't know.

it's like a bra, that doesn't hold your tits.

I won't sing your algebra.
I won't sing anything, oh.
I won't sing your alphabet.
I won't sing anything, oh.
I won't sing hilarious, as I hum.
I hum, I hum, a-ha.

I probably shouldn't have dosed it.

A cathedral sick of the sky again.
I'll tell you what I mean by that, maybe not in seconds flat, maybe not today. (probably never)

Your pop culture descriptions make me want to fucking barf, by the way.
It's not real. It's all everything you motherfuckers see on the outside and quite frankly, I'm sick of it.
When you learn what real writing is, call me and we can maybe talk.
But probably not, because at that point you will have used up all your goddamn excuses and all your fake cries for wolf.

How many more times can i tell you?
How many more times can i pick up my telephone?
How many more times can I avoid phone calls from bill collectors?
How many more times can I get by without paying rent?
?

THIS IS FUCKING FOREVER.
I always said this song would be the one.
The one who wouldn't save me.
I was wrong about it, the first time I felt anything.
Are you sitting down?




You've been here for 13 minutes and I want you to fucking leave.
I'm pushing everything good out of my life.
I can't be reminded.


I'm going to find my old rock before anything serious happens.
I need to say goodbye, I never got a chance to.
Just couldn't get things right.

Sun down, run down.

on the back porch i sat down and on the stoop and i looked out over the railing
the rocks were assorted, all stained with mud.
i felt lifted. I guess as long as the sun is shining we should all be on our best behavior.
Isn't that right?

Everything makes me a dance machine and it's this time of the year for all the best exchanges.
I'm going to the chapel and I'm...

We are all broken pieces, I am a broken man.
I don't know if that's how your lyrics go.
I will assume; I enjoy them quite the same.
Give me that drum beat, 1, 2, 3, 4.

The extended use of our technology means nothing more than a message sent to the sky.
I dont have time for your aftermath.
I will probably take part of your eulogy and call it my own.

There is so much good happening across this universe at this exact time and place.
I am going to purchase a one way ticket to one of three places in the next 3 days.
Prices won't go up and I won't bring down.
I just don't care anymore.
Is there something wrong with that?
I don't want to call you one bit. i know I need to do that though and if I don't I won't be as disappointed.
I wish I could walk the sidewalk and watch all the cracks form as I stride down the street, sly as a fox.

You are to the crazy level and I'm hanging out at ground zero.
I'm dying for some goddamn noise.
When did the clock strike? Did you make sure I was oblivious?
You should have, it would have been smart.

Press "Pause".

good work, clyde.

Take me home

Eat my way out of the

Mess I made

All alone

Now it's just me

Against the pharmacy

Take me home

With big bills

Tucked in my sweater now

Cold chills

Go up my spine and down

I've got no problems now

Passive aggressive now

I'm gonna knock you up

and knock you up

and knock you down

definitley not me.

your melody is soft and sweet.
but unfortunately those weren't yours to keep.
sometimes you get things and have to give them back,
I'm really not ready to fully unpack.



I'm also not ready to close the eyes.
Sometimes things happen and one relies,
on your gracious smile and fantastic romance.
You can't even give her a second or one slight glance.

This is nothing new for me and you
but somehow you knew it would be true
that the end would come slow
and i would only shrink, in the snow.

i hate you.

it's not me

Ive been searching this town
And all I have found
Are nights of bad sex
With stupid boyfriends I shouldn't have kept
In a stupid flat I never swept

So taxi take me away
The sullen students and corner cafes

All the rain on the day that you died
I've never seen the reservoir so high
I guess this is as close as it gets to goodbye

When she decided she was through with love...

No exaggeration necessary.

The sound of your street name leaves a terrible taste in my mouth.
But I am going to forget to fall apart today.




The snow fell hard from five to five

You had to drink to stay alive

But you were hoping it would kill you too

At least you'd have something changing you

Cause you were cold as the ice at your front door

You raised a trembling glass and shouted, "Fuck the war!"

And then you fell into oblivion

Lying on your bed with your shoes on

the morning news

I'm waiting for him to get out of bed.
I'm waiting for him to get out of bed so we can eat.
It's a short walk to the diner and they say it won't be as cold today.
My mind starts to wander and I'm wondering if I should swallow anything.
Everything used to have such an effect but now it's all starting to wane.

I'm going to give him ten more minutes.
Maybe this is the self-absorption he had spoken about?
He never said it directly, but I knew just what he meant
when he opened his mouth and out came the alphabet soup of words, to break my heart.
It didn't break my heart. Nothing ever will.
It broke my stride, for about 45 minutes.
I took my elbows and pushed them hard into the pavement.
I pulled the weight off of me and straightened my legs to be tall again.

I am in the dire search for consistency. I'm not sure what the appeal is of all these females on their beds? I think everyone could dance.
The mutual understanding between a lady and a man is obviously never quite there.

Sickness will always take a toll on us. We must keep going and not let it slow us down. I can't count the amount of days that I have not wanted to move in the slightest from my warm cocoon. If you don't you will suffer even greater.

It is a good idea to interact with the city in which you live. My roommate brought up a very valid point regarding driving in the city. Those who drive all the time are missing out on a very important part of the everyday city life, interacting with the city itself. Those people who never take the trains or buses never really see the other folks that live here too. They miss out on the poverty, they miss out on the underground subway art, they miss out on the human interaction. I'm curious now as to what defines a city.

I think I hear movement upstairs. Is he finally going to come down and eat with me? I'm finally getting too much high because I got bored while waiting. I think he really might be ready now. So many of my days start out like this. Waking up, Mike goes to work, I make some funny comment about how someone has to pay the bills, I fall back asleep in his bed, Marc comes downstairs and askes me to go get food with him. Sometimes he asks if I want coffee. We sit around, watch the weather channel, talk about learning french, clean the house. Then I go home. It's so quiet in this house in the morning.