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2003-09-02 23:01:17 (UTC)

First Day of School

Jamison-Parker :: "Paper Rock Scissors"

don't look at me now
she said with eyes that i can hardly take
'cuz im stuck with a smile that doesnt fit me anymore
she said
who wants a life that's filled with semesters
and useless knowledge and wasted credits
you can stay here tonight or maybe forever
and no one has to know
'cuz i wont let you go

and i cant wait to write you a letter for everyday that i
cant bear
you can fill these moments with words like forever
but you gotta swear
don't forget to remember me

she said with a smile
that screams of tears and not another word
gunna spend my nights either sleepless or
dreaming about you
she said
who wants a life of lost adolescense
thats filled wtih regrets and anti-depressants
ive said it before and you know that i meant it
youre all i want to know
and i wont let that go

and i cant wait to write you a letter for everyday that i
cant bear
you can fill these moments with words like forever
but you gotta swear
don't forget to remember me

let's just hope that nothing happens
wait forever not for me
life-long problems and last kisses;
all you ever gave to me

and i cant wait to write you a letter for everyday that i
cant bear
you can fill these moments with words like forever
but you gotta swear
don't forget to remember me (x2)

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When every line's been spoken
And every phrase re-used
What is there left to do
But stare at blank walls?
When my thoughts only form questions
Questions that cannot be answered
Paper and pen appear useless.

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Trophy Scars :: "Dream of New Orleans"

The taste of blue skies
Like Frank Sinatra's eyes
And open pools of blood
You bet they never looked so good
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
Tonight I dream, I dream of New Orleans
We’re spinning
Out of control again
But the taste of the ocean floors and time will tell,
"Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, baby
Maybe we’ll meet again,"
Well, get out of your car, come on kiss me

"Mechanical blades
And address books with no names,"
It’s the stories I trade
And knives wrapped in lace
Tonight I dream, I dream of New Orleans
I’m coming home, I’m coming home

We’re spinning
Out of control again
But the taste of the ocean floors and time will tell,
"Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, baby
Maybe we’ll meet again,"
Well, get out of your car, whore, come on kiss me

(I dream of New Orleans)
Lift your casket to the sky
I hope tonight I die
I hope tonight we die
I’m coming home

Home

Tonight I dream of New Orleans
(I got a gun in New Orleans)
Can a man witness his own funeral?
(He’s got a gun)

Tonight I dream, I dream of New Orleans

I dream of New Orleans.

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cut.




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