The Only Thing You'll Get...

...Is This Curse On Your Lips

my mind is a box of treats but I
can never pick which one I want first
and the lyrics never make sense to me
and the thoughts in my head will just make it worse
I'm looking at an inspirational story
I'm looking for a strong desire to be "somebody"
but you sure as hell can't be it when all the
inspiration is a blank page and a wall
but I try to find this love
this desire to be, to be anything but me
but I try to find the way
to make this feel so damn right
but my mouth stutters when I speak
and all my flaws make me feel so fucking weak
and all I can do is hope for you
never knew an old sidewalk can be spectacular
but my mind knows more about me than I do
myself, and to think that writing on a paper would
prove anything at all, to get through to you
I'm looking at an inspirational story
I'm looking for a strong desire to be "somebody"
but you sure as hell can't be it when all the
inspiration is a blank page and a wall
but I try to find this love
this desire to be, to be anything but me
but I try to find the way
to make this feel so damn right
but my mouth stutters when I speak
and all my flaws make me feel so fucking weak
and all I can do is hope for you


oh fuck the poems, fuck the rhymes
my lyrics even lie to me!
im through with love
it only leads to shitty heartbreaks and meltdowns
and FUCK my keyboard,pencil and pen
it allows me to lie, it allows me to let my feelings show
im lying to myself, im lying to you
im lying to myself.
here we go, fucking lying again.

.I Hope It Tastes Of Me Forever.

with every breath i wish your body will be broken again