if soliel never calls me back, i guess, i'll just have to go to france.
i can't hear a word you say when everything you say is failure.
i can't speak with your lips on mine when everything i try to say is drowned out.
and when everything is done, i promise i won't ever feel this way again.
is this what you really wanted, for me to feel this way?
i can't hear a word you say with my eyes shutting out your face
and i can't speak with your breath taking over mine,
'cause every time i try to breath, i can't speak.
and when everything is done, i promise i won't ever feel this way again.
tell me all your secrets, i'll use them against you.
whoops, did i make you cry again? (yeah, whatever)
you say his name in your sleep and this kills me.
all of these lonesome nights have added up this time
from a wooded oregon drawl to a coastal washington slur.
do you still see that spark in his eyes, you swore you held in mine?
all of these words fall like bricks from the second story of my parents house
and it's rotting like the walls of my basement bedroom.
i can't help, but get mad that you don't about how this makes me feel.
i hate how you talk about him like he's a saint.
like he's the best thing that has ever happened to you.
like he's everything that I'm not.
like you'll always love him; you'll always love him.
i hate everything about this and the way this feels.
i hate you, i hate him, but most of all, i hate myself for letting this go on for so long.
when you're sitting in your driveway waiting for his car,
i'll be out of this town wishing i had never told you that i hate this.
when was the last time you felt this good? it's called living, mate.
tell me, do you think of him when you can't sleep;
because i think of you when i lose you in my dreams.
and this kills me on the inside, but i won't fight it, because i'm alright.
i still love you and i still care.
so, tell me, does he call you babe or baby or just a friend?
i can smell it on your blankets, you're such a bad liar.
honey, next time i cry on your shoulder, just kill me instead.
you rip my heart apart, this was never just a fling.
you're my summer dream.
i'd spill my guts on your floor and let you sift out my regret.
i love you so much.
everything is broken and that's okay.
we're just hurting and shoving.
i will kiss you goodnight, tonight i am gone.
to mr. sheffield, thanks for everything
i took your advice and found a fear just as sharp,
but it still stung like a knife in my back.
we shouldered the weather and phased away the animosity.
shield your eyes from the sun, because it's much too bright for you.
pack your things and we're done; i'll never be your best friend.
so, we took your advice and tore down the walls that separate us.
we ripped off the shades and let the sun fill our dull, drab eyes.
thank you for everything; you gave me a thousand reasons to enjoy life.
you gave me a thousand reasons to have a life worth living.
if i'm not back in five minutes, just wait longer.
we cry in perfect harmony and i tell you how much i love you all to no avail.
you've already made up your mind, you've already made up your...
i cry, "darling, think about this. think about what you're doing."
you whisper, "honey, this is just the end of the first chapter.."
i'm so sorry, all i could get out of my mouth,
"i'm so sorry" you look beautiful today..
well, where does it begin?
i hate to be different, but difference comes in numbers
and colors take the context out of consent
when it comes to you and.
and i hate to be so pathetic, but my life's gotten so apathetic
and yours has grown so wonderful
and out of time for you and i.
at the end of the day, you're still gone,
but you left all of your memories in my bed.
and i wish there was a way to take you back home,
but you're too far gone to ever come back.
sky says i'm just nervous and i should look forward to the day
when you come back home;
plus, i'm being pessimistic with your absence.
i'm sorry, i know the pressure is ruining your vacation.
i know my sorrow doesn't mean anything.
i should be more independent, but your smell makes me hurt
and your laugh is killing me.
anchor it down and throw me out to see
i laid on your front lawn and threw rocks at your window.
i was hoping you'd come out
and it seems all of the memories reside in the grass in front of your house.
take off your wings, you're no angel.
you're barely a saint, but you're still my patron saint.
i know the horrible things that you do, because i still watch you.
i still watch you walk home and cry yourself to sleep thinking of me.
please separate everything from you and i.
you have multiple vices, things that I hate, but that's okay, i'm sure i can go home alone. you can walk yourself home tonight.
don't trip, just bounce away.
don't slip, just cry yourself to sleep again.
it's disgusting how much i love you
your summer dress dancing in the wind,
dull heat rises from the grass
and your lips met mine as you screamed,
"i don't love you anymore!"
you're so sad and it's hard to heal your wounds.
focus on my eyes and let the fire inside die.
i'll keep your skin close and let your face flow.
but it wasn't the last time
that your scars burnt in the cold.
screaming, "please, just look at me."
screaming, "please don't leave me.
no one will love you like I do."
i am, i am, i am
you left the faucet on and with every drop of water,
i fall deeper into love with you.
it was a pirouette of sound that echoed in my ears
and i'm sure it echoed in yours, too.
you did not need this here,
although, you will say you love me more.
i will always love you with my entire heart.
even if it will break, my feelings will stay the same.
this could be the best thing to happen in a long time
this could be the best thing to happen in a long time
here's your romantic disaster, in formation across the dance floor.
i'll figure you out,
let's find out where i am inside your heart;
so go, make it known that our hands are tied.
i'm starting to fall for my reflection inside of you!
so now, let us go, give back everything we stole.
my heart is buried and i'm starting to feel for your weaknesses.
it's raining on the inside, here's your make up.
i tried to prepare, but at the end it was all a contest.
maybe i should major in ruining things
i feel so loved, just kidding that was just wishful thinking.
i’m conflicted, i’m sorry, i feel so lame,
i’ve spent my week in between love and heartache.
if that makes sense to anyone else.
sorry, i bit my tongue too many times and ripped my heart out
and tied it to cement blocks; you threw it in the willamette
and anchored my knees to the ground you stand behind.
i’m yours.
i’ve suffocated your voice too long, now.
guess what, i don’t think i can do this anymore.
and i hate to feel so ashamed by everything that i say and do to you.
it’s taken its toll on me and everyone i know.
i still feel so lame when i call
and no one’s home to answer.
am I always wrong, i only hear lies and trite consequences.
you’re no contrite, don’t even act like you are.
every time, i’m alone, i think of you and i puke up memories of sunsets
and laying in the grass.
every time I’m alone, i remember the sad songs
and the times you made me cry; the times I felt alive.
i am eeyore
i’m going to be honest, i know i ruined everything.
it’s like you forgot to love me and i forgot to let it pass by my self-esteem.
i thought I got away from this!
that night when i told you that i loved you and you didn’t say it back killed me in more than one way.
and a thousand blankets won’t help me find solitude.
you’ve always been my safe haven.
now your front porch is the very place i dread most.
i’ll never be enough, and i’ll never earn your trust.
i will never deserve your love.
this kills more than you probably think
if we make it through the winter,
i think we’d be okay, i think i’d be happy.
swing dance to this!
backs on the bed, oh sure, i can do that.
you whispered sweet nothings in my ear as you took me.
i told you i loved you, hoping for some retribution.
all i got was a dead stare and a bite on the neck.
i fought for you that night
and you took things from me that are irreplaceable
and i'll say it was fun and try to find common ground.
i'll tell you i still love you and watch the star’s gleam in your window.
i'm overreacting and overthinking everything,
but all the drugs you take curse my lips.
when i kiss you and breathe in your cigarette breath,
i hope for the best...i hope you'll get better.
a haiku for you, babe, a haiku for you.
you double standardize everything
and cry yourself to sleep when i forget to tell you how sorry i am.
because, i never remember how sorry i actually am.
i'll never remember how sorry i actually am.
the honeymoon eyes fight back the tears.
i've been sitting up on my pedestal all night.
no kidding, you took a lot out of me every night i saw you.
open legs or open eyes, i could never tell.
sick of everything that isn't you,
i'm seriously sick that you're puking up excuses
for what i'm sure my eyes saw.
i'm so sure.
nice bears jersey. oh, wait, you don't even watch football!
i never heard you say "we're proud of you"
or "son, i love you"
dad, it's not like you were there, they're everywhere
their issues have started to be mine
will you be proud then?
sure, i heard you before; i'll forgot how i felt
you make me feel so tall
i know dad, mom, i'll be okay,
you never promised me anything
if you knew everything she said
would you still love her instead of me
each out to grab my hand, so you can wake me from my sleep
do your eyes shed tears when you saw my face
a hundred emotions fell from my mouth coughing up feelings i've never felt does it hurt you, too?
and if you could just please keep your heart on your sleeve
and if you could just please keep your hand on mine
the snow falls in sheets
hold on, i'll keep you warm when the sun cuts out in the winter
and our heater is broken i'll keep you warm
when blankets won't be enough, i'll lie next to you and i'll hold your hand
will you hold your hand to my chest and feel my heart beat warming by your touch
i will hold you close and kiss your cheek you'll never be cold again!
stitched together with good intentions
i wonder if we were ever awake, dirty skin ruining the silky sheets
covering our young bodies and i asked for a favor
let me hold my ear to your chest and feel your heartbeat
oh no, i can feel my stomach drop at the length of your words
falling silently from your lips sometimes the most quiet sounds can be the loudest
and they ring in your ear for weeks like an anniversary but so i;
i collapse with abandon on your bed waiting for your body
to sneak up next to mine your black sweater pulling at my skin
a eulogy or a wedding vow fallen from your tongue
*note, click the album art to go to listen to the album.
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