Sunday, November 20, 2011

a the grass

you say some shit
that brings out the ugly in you
to me/?
for what?
to hurt me?
cause you think you know me
or you feel like you do
i want spit your venom
right back at you
right in your face
and leave you to rot in pain
cause it seems like you have no problem doing that
to begin with

i'm glad i see your ugly
i really care enough to give it back
have a good fucking life

hanging from a tree

no good
for me 
to feel 
or to have
in anything i really want
if i want something
i have to not want it 
to get it
and then i don't want it anymore
so what's the point?

excitement of love 
i am...
very slowly
and dying 
not fast enough
to not feel 
any of the pain
that i feel
from having hope 
and not having you

the strangest of the strange...

the strangest of the strange...
...i am

star loves the beatles too

star loves the beatles too
yeah i love the beatles too