punk_babe_182

Care
2003-06-24 14:19:18 (UTC)

The Art of Growing Up

Brand New "Okay I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don't"

I am heaven sent. Don't you dare forget. I am all you ever
wanted. What all the other boys all promised. Sorry I
told. I just needed you to know. I think in decimals and
dollars. I am the cause to all your problems. Shelter from
cold. We are never alone. Coordinate brain and mouth and
then ask me what it's like to have myself so figured
out... I wish I knew. I hope this song starts a craze. The
kind of song that ignites the airwaves. The kind of song
that makes people glad to be where they are with whoever
they're there with. This is war. Every line is about who I
don't want to write about anymore. I hope you come down
with something they can't diagnose and don't have the cure
for. Holding onto your grudge. Oh it's so hard to have
someone to love. And keeping quiet is hard. Cause you
can't keep a secret when it was never a secret to start.
(You could at least pretend you didn't want to get
caught). We're concentrating on falling apart. We were
contenders and now we're throwing the fights. But I just
want to believe I just want to believe I just want to
believe in us. [We're so c-c-c-c-c-controversial]. We are
(I am) entirely smooth. Yes, we admit to the truth. We are
(I am) the best at what we do. And these are the words you
wish you wrote down. This is the way you wish your voice
sounds. Handsome and smart. Ooh, my tongue is the only
muscle on my body that works harder than my heart. And
it's all from watching T.V. and from speeding up my
breathing. I wouldn't stop if I could. It hurts to be this
good. And you're holding onto your grudge. Oh it hurts to
always have to be honest with the one that you love. So
let it go. This is the grace only we can bestow. This is
the price you pay for loss of control. This is the break
in the bend. This is the closest of calls. This is the
reason you're alone. This is the rise and the fall.

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I can't write words on paper using a razor,
So what is it doing here in my hands?
Borderline is just a name,
An excuse for different people to become 'normal.'
I'm not insane.
This is just a game I love to play.
You can play too.
Come over and watch me bleeding on the bathroom floor.
Home is where the heart is,
But I only see a hole in my chest now.

"between the broken pieces of ours we can share one
heart." {fake i.d. : 'thanks for the ride'}

The world is depressed and full of hypocrites. Everyone
hates everything. So why are we here? What's the purpose
to life? Go to school, get a job, pay money to everyone.

It's so good to have someone to talk to, someone to hold.
It's such a great feeling not being alone. I hope this
never ends.




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