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[Dec. 9th, 2008|12:56 am] |
Are you frightened by the weight you possess oh
Is this life just weightlessness
The smoggy twilight in LA
I can't think of one real thing to say
And Robbie Williams is walking in the canyons
Forgets that we were friends
I guess it all depends on your mood
Why can't these meds be any damn good
And she said
Why can't you be
Like my waterpik shower massager
A sweet reliable machine
And to tell the truth I don't feel less alone
A water massagers is the purest love I've ever known
Why can't you be
Like when I was 13
Why can't you be
Like an art house foreign movie
Frank and sexy, red balloons and ennui
And allude to me
And why can't you be
A little more of a mystery
Why can't you be
The part of me that's missing
Instead of leaving me for some other
Said we're perfect for each other
And I know we wont go spend our lives alone.
Why can't you be
Like an outsourced government contract
I'm a fat cat gettin' away with anything
Kicking some secret special powers
Illumination rounds in showers
Cause your tearing your hair out
While we can have a bed of flowers
And I said
Why can't you be
Like the chicks out of the road
Some girls are happy just to see me
Because you got moxie and a broken nose
Take him away from this close
Sometimes a blowjobs not enough
Why can’t you play
A little less rough
Why can't you be
The part of me that's missing
Instead of leaving me for some other
Say we're perfect for each other
And I know we wont go spend our lives alone
Can we... just leave it be
And we can live... our lives... separately
Could you forget... what happens to you
You and me
When we're dead... and you'll be dead
We'll have eternity
And I will spend it all... missing you
Seeing you with me
So while I'm alive... I will always be
Why can't you be
Lookin' a little deeper into me
Like JD Salinger
Why do I challenge her
In all these surface ways
That you displease
Why can't you be
A little more at ease
Why can't you be
Like a hand rolled cigarette
I’m not joking
This masochistic self-pity of smoking
And this city ditty
I keep provoking you to leave me
She said
Why can't you be
Like a candle I can snuff
You’re still a diamond in the rough
And I swear to god I've had enough
How can I call your bluff? |
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[Jan. 23rd, 2008|11:42 am] |
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ya know, i'm fully aware of the horrible shit going on in this earth but forrealzz this heath ledger shit is CRAZY. I think i'm so upset over it because of his daughter =((@!#(DLDL |
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[Sep. 21st, 2005|12:26 am] |
i'm a long time stalker of LJ. I'm open minded and unapologetic at my comments. Most people should learn of what an opinion is! GET OFF THE INTERNETZ PPL. PLZ. hehe. I won't hold back how I feel about something. So here you go.
I have an unhealthy obsession with Third eye blind. Stephan Jenkins is a lyrical genius. There is no denying that.
I've held the same fucking job for 3 years now, i'll probably never quit, I'll just keep bitching about it, over and over again.
As per religion, I was practically raised in a secular home. I have no affiliation with a god. Now this doesn't mean that I don't believe in religion. I do. I'd rather just keep it at that.
Entertainers that I heart: LL, Zooey, JGL, Lauren Amrose, Sean Penn, Parker Posey, Sophia Bush, and the list goes on and on.
I am a 21 y/o Delawarian, and I just want to live my life day to day and have a good time.
I <3 ontd. Shit is mad addicting. |
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