| well, this is fucked up. I've been rereading all of my songs. ohmygod. i was such an emo kid. i need to go sit in a corner and cry now. i'm glad i'm LOOKING less like an emo kid nowadays.  but i mean....my bangs still do the thing where they swipe over one eye... //_- <-- kinda like that. well, now, i don't like emo songs usually. they piss me off. but when i write the way i like to write, my friends tell me that it sounds like something pete (from fall out boy) would write. okay, see, that would be great and all, if i could put words together right. except pete has already exhausted like, every last line in pop punk. every cliche. he even used the line about cliches. sheesh. okay </rant> - moving on... so yeah, the point of this entry was...i have a lot of...verses, one-liners, ramblings, etc. that i need to get off my computer. and i don't feel like keeping them on email, so you guys get to deal with it. hehe. i like LJ better because it has LJ cuts. damn. anyway yeah...here go all 7 kb of notepad document. but i'm going to organize them here. Lines You've only got one shot
It'll take more than that to stop me. You're in the front row at our show
Listening to me sing about everyone I used to care for. Tracks go unlisted,
Waiting for somebody to find your secret out. Ars Gratia Artis (Art for art's sake) The government speaks:
It wants the last line. I'm so sick of your CD's littering my room. I wanna hold you underneath the waves
See your lips turn blue as the ocean. I'm feeding you lines
You're swallowing them like pills. And I want to tell you I wrote this for you
But every other syllable, I'm thinking more about him. I'm good with numbers, and bad with hearts in the same way I was good with words...until I met you You make mistakes that no one forgets I know I won't be afraid to take it out on you. When I tell you I'm [[so sorry]] that you're miserable, I think I still cross my fingers. I'm burning my last bridge with you - I dare you to hand me a lighter and cross it. December can't last forever Every day I thank God I can't draw
Or else your eyes would be following me from the walls, anywhere I turned. I know all the words to all your songs I'm pretty good with one-liners.
Not so good with you.Who cares about your sympathy? So paint me red I want everyone
To know you did this to me I'm tired of your mind games
Quit playing with the rewind button. It's bad lies and cheap shots
And I'm not handling this at all like you asked me to. But your words, your words they always get me ((off)) I'd rather die a thousand deaths
Than let you get the best of me I'm stitching up our past mistakes
You're standing close, waiting to reopen them. I'm breathing in, you're breaking down
It's so great, so great to hear you lying to her I dyed my eyes your favorite color
[take notice, take interest, take me with you] - hehe. well, that's actually dashboard confessional. but i can't think of anything to fit in with the first line. writer's block and such. When you say it's "us" against the world,
I wish you'd take me out of that equation. And you're standing there, waiting to break a heart.
Unintentionally. Cause that's just what you do. Your wishes on burnt out stars always come true
(Because no one can think of anything but to please you) My heartstrings being played by pity,
Your mind giving into the music. Some ideas are just too good to be used once.
But you've exhausted every last option. This is your song, your words, out of my mouth.
Quit. Verses that [sort of] rhyme On the brightest nights
You'll look outside and see the city
Up in lights
Remember me when we fade away
Beneath the stars and shining moon
Leave breadcrumbs for the tacit earth
And pray to God he sees them,
Shining through the disarray There you go again,
Hatching a scene
Stuck on the pages
of UK magazines.
There you go again,
Tearing you up,
Forget empty promises,
You'll never stop. I know I'm getting redundant.
But so are you, with your half-smiles.
I'll kiss your tears away again,
I want to watch you sleep tonight. It's become your weekend routine;
Second-nature for rephrased lines
Can't you see the glitter in my eyes?
I make them shine like the midnight sky. (for you) So let me be a hypocrite for once,
And I'll waste your time again
Like you've wasted mine for too long.
She'll whisper in your ear,
And I'll hear one more line again,
Like you've fed every girl who's come along. Your deathly song; the siren no one else can hear.
Your heart on your sleeve and the drumming in my ear.
Won't you be lying awake, thinking about the sight
Of your last little letdown, sleeping peacefully for one more night? You flaunt your secrecy of your best-kept secret, and wear it on your sleeve
For everyone to see (and make their best decisions)
Just remember - glory fades.
And your perfect lines of subtle flourish
Are made to die, and all your work remains in vain. And it's all lips and hips
And between you, me, and the fencepost,
Tonight's my last night alive.
It's slow dances and last chances
Just to see you cry.
Tomorrow you'll be the one with tears in your eyes The lights in this city will never fade
Just like in my head, tonight.
I keep wondering if I should try
To turn off all the stunning lights. Put a gun to my head
And paint the walls with my brains.
Recite your memorized apologies
And make yourself believe your pain. It's your hands on his hips,
And stars drawn on fogged mirrors
It's his lines and your mind
That's paying for the terrors Your words at best
Can't stop a trainwreck hitting home
And the only way I can forget you
Is to forget I'll die alone. I'm weighing my options
There's only so much I can do tonight
So here's your chance to prove yourself
Make everything count, make everything right. Don't ask me to remember you tonight
It's not you saying you really care
But be sure to slip your heart under the door
If I could move, I would meet you there. Verses that don't My anger won't stop your decisions.
And I'm still wishing for your worst
Every night and every answer
I couldn't come up with fast enough. My finger's on the backspace,
Trying to hit send
Everything has to be perfect
But you'll forget to read it anyway I might be fitting
The formula for love with this,
But when I tell you that I'm sorry
I still cross my fingers. Your sweet "sorry"s laced with venom
Just to keep them under my skin
Save your breath, you'll need it when
You forget you promised to stop (ruining yourself) I've never been one for apologies that meant anything
but you'll push that to the back of your mind
until you believe that your lips never formed those words. I've never seen a heart I couldn't break<--fuck, Pete's already done that. *needs a new line to replace this*
The keepsakes of my broken dreams
All the fake apologies. & I'll believe in Santa Claus until I'm 83
Just to make you think of me differently.
& I'll go trick-or-treating every year until I die
And make my life worth living,
And make my life worth living
And now I know I won't give up,
And it's just because of you.
Add that notch to your belt of accomplishments. I still believe in the monsters under my bed.
And I still know the Boogeyman resides in my closet.
And to ruin the darkness for myself, I still sleep with the door half-open
To remind me why I stopped believing in love. Santa Claus will come every year at Christmas,
And the present he leave will be
Every miracle and every mystery
That you never showed me slept behind your sheltered eyes.
I'm through with making things rhyme,
And I'm sick of keeping the beat.
You're the sickness rising in my gut
When my mouth won't form the words for you to get out. [santa is redundant because santa rocks] You're using a razor blade
To cut away the remains of my heart
And it's occurred to me - I'm not cut out for love
And it's all your fault
The puzzle pieces won't fit together
And your lipstick stains my blood
I'm rough around the edges, and
I swallow your lies like pills. I'm taking care of your dreams
As if they were my masterpieces
I'm the lead role in your nightmares
And the Michaelangelo of your best dreams The truth is I'll smile to make you happy
Make sure to tell you it'll all work out soon
Even if I'm seconds from dying, I'll smile
Just to see you smile back one more time. Haven't you figured out
That writers are liars, my dear?*
And every line I feed you makes
For another notch on my bedpost.Ramblings Just know that when I dive into all of this,
I'll dive in with all my heart.
Cause I made a promise to myself.
That if something is worth doing, it's worth doing well.
And unfortunately, you're no exception.
I'll dive in with all my heart and put everything on the line.
I'll love with all I've got and I'll leave with nothing less.
You'll think I'm insane, but I'll give everything up.
And if I fail, I'll fail.
My new philosophy on life is that it's too short to be embarrassed.
Or hold grudges for past mistakes.
So I'll forgive you.
And I'll wear my heart on my sleeve.
If you want to tear it down
Be my guest. I've been trained to not let it faze me. She tells him "I miss you."
I recognize that.
It's my way of telling myself that I don't need you to breathe.
After so long, I've finally taught myself to believe
That forgetting you, I'm the happiest I've ever been.
I told myself I'd do anything
Just to forget you.
Maybe it was true.
Am I that desperate to lose you?
All I want for Christmas is your last surrender.
I feel like quitting on myself,
I'm sick and desperate for your answers
To the questions you never bothered to keep.
I can't take you being in my head
But the thought of losing you, kills me
I want to write about how I hope you're thinking of me, too
But how can I when I know that you're not?
I'd fake anything if it would get you to believe me
Or in me.
Give up on me.
You won't let me leave my mark. I'm trying for your response "halfway decent"
So far, so good.
And I'll write your name across my floor
Scrawled in lipstick and my past mistakes
And it'll be in that handwriting I only use for you
You know, the one where I break off
In the middle of a word and start
Scribbling until I can't read what I just wrote? * "Writers are liars, my dear." - Erasmus Fry. ALL OF THE ABOVE © Radioactive_x, except for 1) "I've never seen a heart I couldn't break" which is by Pete Wentz and Fall Out Boy, and 2) "Writers are liars, my dear" which is by Erasmus Fry, whose words are by Neil Gaiman. | 
