ginawa

All right....drill sucked. Gas masks, chem suits, diving under tables....grrrrr. I got home yesterday and I had band practice and then watched dawn of the dead with dave. then passed out. suppose to go to class at eight, never even made woke up for that shit...but now that im back at school. hurray for me. I just can't wait to record.... oh and now this girl is super pissed at me about somthing. i have no idea what... i tried to find out what is was, but she was playing that "you dont know?" game. i just really don't want to play that game. is the girl for me out there... starting to doubt it. I know im still in the b's on band lyrics but i really feel like this song write now. so next time i'll finish with blinks new album. but for now, some senses fail

SENSES FAIL
"Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday"

Just know
We are
A spec
In time.

So follow your bliss
And destroy the beauty

I'll lock myself alone in a room
Drink until the clock strikes noon
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliche poem
Of the person that I long to be

I wanna die like Jim Morrison
A fucking rock star
I wanna die like god on the cover of time.
Just a blink and it's gone
So baby pour some fame in my glass.

So kill the forest
And destroy the beauty.

I'll lock myself alone in a room
Drink until the clock strikes noon
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliche poem
Of the person that I long to be

(Colors blind)
the eyes
(Sounds deafen)
the ear
(Flavors numb)
the taste
(Thoughts weaken)
the mind

I'll attack someone with a switchblade knife
So that I can see their pain
I choose to be a serial killer
'Cause the victims don't get any fame.

I'll lock myself alone in a room
Drink until the clock strikes noon
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliche poem
Of the person that I long to be

Just know we are a spec in time
[Chorus in the background]