love of my life

the love of my life






...she's a character in a movie

The birds are callin' for you please don't follow

The birds are callin' for you please don't follow




spirit theyve gone, is amazing.

someone beat you to it

son, your corpse is already smoking, as those pupils of yours are growing
i wanna bend the rules for you, but someone beat me to it, something beat me to it

son, your life is seeming a little boring, maybe spice it up if you know what i mean
i thought i lent you the tools, you suckered me into it, i'm stuck in the middle of it

son, your jesus christ isnt responding, for some reason you keep praying
you thought you had me fooled, someone beat you to it, someone beat you to it

son, your night flipped to morning, alarm blasting latin your head is tearing(pounding)
you stand in your neighbors pool, your crush is cracked, i cant help but laugh at it

son, you had her parents blessing, love is a fast thing full of hurt that sticks
i want to give them a clue, i know they wont get it, old sunburnt minds unfit

son, your down to the last screening, black background, credits rolling
i see i'm listed as part of the crew, but at the end of it, last on the end of the list


hey thanks, pincushion.
hey fake,one question,
oh,forget it
and just to mention
i quit our friendship

i beat you to it
take that
i beat you to it
i beat you to it
take that
....ssoooooo juuuuuusssst
forget it, forget it
take that
take that
take that
take that
take that
take it
take it
take it
take it
like that
like that
like that
like that
like that
like it
like it
like it
like it
take that THAT
like that
take that THAT
like that
take that THAT
take that THAT
take that THAT
take that THAT
take that THAT
take that THAT
take that THAT
take that THAT

two peas in a pod

can addicts really fall in love?
and will the cravings for you ever stop?

forust.

Forust

behind me trails the wasted days
the earth torn path along the lake
whispering leaves bundled in bouquets

your green eyes glow through the forest
dressed in vines, always modest
so how do we get out of this mess?

tree's haunt me with a knotted face,
portraits fall as the bark decays.
the branches break, then are replaced.

this year winters been one of the coldest
as hungry village folk wait for harvest,
dreams of corn so yellow they can taste it
I can taste us,
we taste like rust.

clocking in

so were just supposed to lay here,

clumped together naked and bare

we're sick of watching

so we try to escape the mirrors

but end up tangled in our stare

green eyes mocking

so we tend to our greatest fears

monsters, ghosts, under the stairs

our heart locking

...and losing the key