the impossible girl
a mess of a dreamer
your best bet
the aftertaste of cheap wine & bad decisions
i lied at my very first confession
i've never been too good at being good
what did you expect from me?
all you've ever wanted, what all the other girls all promised
i am better than the games that you play
i wouldn't dare to fix the twist in you
she never uses the word "addiction"
1000 lies have made me colder
wrecking this evening already & loving every minute of it
not the type to forget about nights like (this)
i will spit bullets with my pen
i'm beautiful when i'm asleep
she needs to hear it
it's me & the moon, & i've got no trouble with that
just so rock-&-roll
i'm addicted to words
its my fist vs the bottle
i'm only complaining to keep myself busy
its convincing the way i lie & leave it all behind
i'm romantic
the faith you've found, i've never felt
i've got arrogance down to a science
your best kept secret
i'm feeling young & reckless
not a rockstar, but i still tend to rock hard
i'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
i'm committed to insecurity and you
i don't give a damn if we never come home
i'm still trying
not the type that can be conned into being convinced
only as loyal as my options
this could be my chance to break out
i'm done denying the truth to anyone
i'm alive
oh christ, i have no idea what i'm doing
i can't explain myself at all.
Friday, April 11, 2008
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