Wanted and adored by attractive women
Bountiful selection at your discretion
I know I'm diving into my own destruction
So why do we choose the boys that are naughty?
I don't fit in so why do you want me?
And I know I can't tame you...but I just keep trying
'Cause I love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn't love another
I'm on your list with all your other women
But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
You make me feel like I couldn't love another
I can't help it...you're my kind of man
All eyes on the calendar
Another year I claim of total indifference
To here, the days pile up
With decisions to be made, I'm sure all of them were wrong
Into this song I send myself
And with these drinks I plan to collapse
And forget this wasted year, these wasted years
Devoted friends, they disappear
And I'm sorry about the phone call and needing you
Some decisions you don't make
I guess it's just like breathing and not wanting to
There are some things you can't fake
I guess that it's typical
To cling to memories you'll never get back again
And to sort through old photographs
Of a summer long ago or a friend that you used to know
And there below
His frozen face
You wrote the name and that ancient date, that ancient date
And you can't believe that he's really gone
When all that's left is a fucking song and
I'm sorry about the phone call; and waking you.
I know that it is late,
But thank you for talking, because I needed to.
Some things just can't wait
Yeah some things just can't wait...
I'd like to do nude modeling, but I really don't have the body for it.
QQ
New Boots
Hair Dye, and someone to do it for me
Leopard print pants, or someone to make me said pants.
Patches
Some black jeans that fit well
Mascarra
Nylons
I wanna get my hands on a sick denim vest
Summer sale leather?
Money for tattoos
Beer
Gin
New piercings
Some new/used shirts that dont suck dicks
New Bras
A fucking Job.
I kind of cut my own bangs maybe just a little..
haha
Sorry that I wear too much makeup
Sorry that I look like shit without it
Sorry that I ruin peoples days
Sorry that I get so angry about things
Sorry that I'm not skinny enough
Sorry that I'm not as much fun now that I don't do drugs
Sorry that I have to drink to talk to people
Sorry that I'm almost failing school
Sorry that I'm never going to make you happy
Sorry that I'm never good enough
Sometimes you really annoy me. Seriously.
Shouldn't be able to say they like music.
I really hope I didn't fuck things up.
I got too drunk.
way too drunk.
Know any hair stylists that would be okay with doing a mohawk?
I have difficult hair that I don't want to trust to just anyone if I'm shaving parts of it off!
Normally I'd just be like, meh, get a friend to do it. But I have weird crowning in mah hur.
So yeah.
I know that it is freezing but I think we have to walk
I keep waving at the taxis; they keep turning their lights off
But Julie knows a party at some actor’s west side loft
Supplies are endless in the evening; by the morning they’ll be gone.
When everything gets lonely I can be my own best friend
I’ll grab a coffee and the paper; have my own conversations
With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening, by the morning looks like shit.
I know you have a heavy heart; I can feel it when we kiss
So many men much stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me I’m not gamble you can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening, by the morning won’t exist.
You’re looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black
You just keep going to the bathroom always say you’ll be right back
Well it takes one to know one, kid, I think you’ve got it bad
But what’s so easy in the evening, by the morning is such a drag.
I’ve got a flask inside my pocket we can share it on the train
If you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same
We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain
But what was normally in the evening, by the morning seems insane.
And I’m not sure what the trouble was that started all of this
The reasons have run away but the feeling never did
It’s not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live
Cause what is simple in the moonlight, by the morning never is
What’s so simple in the moonlight, by the morning is so complicated.
What’s so simple in the moonlight, so simple in the moonlight
Why do I have to keep making an ass out of myself
Really.
Stay the fuck away from my boyfriend.
If I ever see you, or you ever call him again, I will find you.
I will fucking destroy you.
Enough is enough.
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