"okay, i believe you, but my tommy gun don't" by brand new
I am heaven sent.
Don't you dare forget.
I am all you've ever wanted.
What all the other *girls* 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're never alone.
Coordinate brain and mouth.
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 who ever they're there with.
This is war.
Every line is about who I don't wanna write about anymore.
I hope you come down with something they can't diagnose,
don't have the cure for.
Holding on to your grudge.
Oh, it's so hard to have someone to love.
And keeping quiet is hard.
Cause you can't keep a secret if it never was a secret to start.
At least pretend you didn't want to get caught.
We're concentrating on falling apart.
We were contenders, now throwing the fight.
I just wanna believe... in us.
Oh, we're so contraversial.
We are entirely smooth.
We admit to the truth.
We are 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.
Oh, my tongue's the only muscle in my body that works harder than my heart. And it's all from watching TV.
And from speeding up my breathing. Wouldn't stop if I could.
Oh, it hurts to be this good.
You're holding on to your grudge.
Oh, it hurts to always have to be honest with the one that you love.
Oh, so let it go.
This is the craze only we can bestow. This is the price you pay for loss
of control.
This is the break in the battle.
This is the closest of calls.
This is the reason you're alone.
This is the reason you fall!
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that song is me in a nutshell. it always makes me think, ponder the possibilities, and somehow it always gets me in the writing mood.
i don't know what's wrong with me. i think i'm going insane, although i've already been there a few times. i just wish that i had someone, anyone, to show one ounce of compassion towards me. i mean, i have friends, most of which are livin back home and i don't see often. and they're great. but i need something more. i miss jesse, although i shouldn't, he's a prickmaster 2000. and i need marshall..... yes, not want, NEED him.
i seriously feel like my head is going to explode into one major house and soul-shattering scream....
I am heaven sent.
Don't you dare forget.
I am all you've ever wanted.
What all the other *girls* 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're never alone.
Coordinate brain and mouth.
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 who ever they're there with.
This is war.
Every line is about who I don't wanna write about anymore.
I hope you come down with something they can't diagnose,
don't have the cure for.
Holding on to your grudge.
Oh, it's so hard to have someone to love.
And keeping quiet is hard.
Cause you can't keep a secret if it never was a secret to start.
At least pretend you didn't want to get caught.
We're concentrating on falling apart.
We were contenders, now throwing the fight.
I just wanna believe... in us.
Oh, we're so contraversial.
We are entirely smooth.
We admit to the truth.
We are 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.
Oh, my tongue's the only muscle in my body that works harder than my heart. And it's all from watching TV.
And from speeding up my breathing. Wouldn't stop if I could.
Oh, it hurts to be this good.
You're holding on to your grudge.
Oh, it hurts to always have to be honest with the one that you love.
Oh, so let it go.
This is the craze only we can bestow. This is the price you pay for loss
of control.
This is the break in the battle.
This is the closest of calls.
This is the reason you're alone.
This is the reason you fall!
_____________________________
that song is me in a nutshell. it always makes me think, ponder the possibilities, and somehow it always gets me in the writing mood.
i don't know what's wrong with me. i think i'm going insane, although i've already been there a few times. i just wish that i had someone, anyone, to show one ounce of compassion towards me. i mean, i have friends, most of which are livin back home and i don't see often. and they're great. but i need something more. i miss jesse, although i shouldn't, he's a prickmaster 2000. and i need marshall..... yes, not want, NEED him.
i seriously feel like my head is going to explode into one major house and soul-shattering scream....
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My favorite song on that album would have to be "Sic Transit...glory fades"
"Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing up"
WOOT!!
I think I know what you mean about needing something more than friends, I feel that way often.
Also, I find screaming along with my favorite songs helpful for stress, although bands like My Chemical Romance can get you really depressed.