I bring out the worst in everyone

We lay our hands on the future
and pray as the world becomes a resume
The journey to the middle couldn't
 Have come at a better time

If dreams show the mind
then I want to be rescued from him
Driving I hear your voice
And he dissapears
I need you like chaos

Feeling like penny lane
Different personas for every man
Making me either a common whore
Or a good buisness woman

Now I'm working off the mood
The ring of fire surrounds me

As eyes close and souls die
Come on and try to break my spirit
I'll cut my losses and figure out why

My blades a little rusty
but uh my mouths just as sharp
And give me a little time
 I will show you how to go down the street

But be careful not to make a mess
It's a bitch to clean up
 but as easy as you to do

Did I tell you to speak
Now you're under my thumb
Take that Mick Jagger

Pretty in Black

"No, you can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
And if you try sometime you find
You get what you need"

Stitches on the wrist
Hope is dead
as the preacher
in his rich voice
preaches to the congregation
not knowing why
she cries as she plays the Rolling Stones on the organ
this is the reason I planned out my own funeral
so long ago
LBD's mandatory
I think I have a mixed cd around here to be played
It will be right at sunrise
coffee available strong like I make it
maybe screen my favorite movie before
bury me underneath the spanish moss
inscribe something on my tomb
but make it memorable
I wonder when I will be at my  best
If I sell out?
if my spirit breaks
Then you know I'm dead
People who say they have no regrets
are lying
I've learned more from regretting
than happy memories
I hope that I'm not the cause of anyone's regrets
except old lovers and possibly classmates
They can die with what if's but I sure as hell don't want to
and a final note Never let death control you
because it in itself has no control


PS:the movie that inspired me is The Big Chill

Catch My Fall

 "I wonder why it always feels like rain
My life is like some cheap champagne
The answers don't always seem to fit
My glass is full, but it tastes like shit"-Katy rose


My need for understandment
overrides my need to be accepted
I am a hypocrite
I do not understand others
but I expect them to understand me
it is completely irrational and unreasonable
thing to expect
my great expectations exceed yours
yet in your eyes I have failed you as a whole
getting it just isn't a priority
odd one out
book on the wall
is what I am
this becoming a repeat of 13
while beating a music stand
to its breaking point on the cold cement floor
back then I tried to
blame my life on someone else
remembering this
made me realize the question
who do we blame but ourselves
when we realize our situation ended
and our decision backfired