I would kill to be your clothes,
cling to your body,
and hang from your bones,

I would kill to be the cold,
tracing your body,
and shaking your bones 

You’re the northern wind, sending shivers down my spine.

If you’re so funny, then why are you on your own tonight?
And if you’re so clever, then why are you on your own tonight?
If you’re so very entertaining, why are you on your own tonight?
If you’re so very good looking, why do you sleep alone tonight? 

DISRESPECT YOUR SURROUNDINGS

At once I knew I was not magnificent.
THINGS ARE SHAPING UP TO BE PRETTY ODD.

She held the world upon a string, but she didn’t ever hold me.

I just wrote a song. Goes like this:

Nananaa, you’re a hypocrite.
Nananananaaa, fuck off.

I’m a ghost, you’re the house that I’m haunting.

we don’t live we’re tired, with aching muscles

we don’t live, we’re tied up; they’ve tied us up to strings.

there’s only so far you can travel with the stars in your eyes before you burn them out and lose sight

The times are changing, we can go anywhere
But we’re far too cool to admit that here
The times are changing, we can go anywhere
But I’m stuck in my ways and I won’t change

So I try to drag my fragile frame through another day
And another dose of caffeine in my veins
My body aches and my mouth is full of sores
And I’ve reached the verdict that mostly, I’m a bore.

i’m afraid to be just an example of inconsistency