refugee88
10/17/07, 02:24 PM
I'm not sure what this is just yet, but it's something.
Ketchup skies and lullabies
Sing your own self to sleep
Reading lines and telling lies
You make your own self weep
You lied before and for what?
That’s the question worth learning
When your senses fail
And you feel like a complete American reject
When you’ve had a few transplants
And you start at a new line every time
‘Til you’ve discovered your method is worth loosing
You finally realize it when you can’t shut up
When your mind and your mouth is going 100 mph
Suddenly you find yourself giving you a yellow card
It’s only for speaking under oath
And for unsportsmanlike like conduct
It’s only yourself on an empty field
And its not because it’s half time
Believe me cause there would be lights everywhere,
For your talk about yourself is a thing
And suddenly you feel used,
But by your own self
You’ve become your own story of the year
And suddenly everyone has the nerve to force an ear
When the city is in constant motion
To your newly public soundtrack
You feel like everyone’s played you cold
And everyone’s throwing a bloc party
But you’re not invited
There’s the clash that leads you to your paramount
It happens when you least expect it
And your plain white tee becomes stained with fruit punch
This is a punch not from the eve of new year,
Only to recognize you won’t be kissing anyone after the ball drops,
But a masculine punch
From what lies in front of you
You took too long to find out
That you were looking for is
At the drive in
For what happens when the only boy
You’ve ever known has fallen out?
When a romance consisting of chemistry no longer surrounds you two
And the equation is no longer equal
It becomes nothing more than a popularity contest
Instead of testing the waters,
We all tend to test icicles, cautiously,
Only to make sure that nothing hits us over the head
But what happens when
You realize that you’ve been getting hit all this time
It’s just that your head it too numb
To feel all the pain that those icicles have caused you
When June comes around sooner than you think
And you’ve reaches the impossible all time low,
Or so you’ve thought
When you hush your sound and you try to think,
Think about how cuteness is always what you’ve aimed for
But now when you’re faced with the classic crimes,
The crime of detaching yourself from others,
You can’t wait for Saturday to pass,
But your afraid of what Sunday had to offer
Because you never took back
What you said Thursday
You’ve never seen a green day
Only gray and blue
When your heads to low to hit the lights
And pretend that nothing has ever happened
But somehow you want everything
Under the category of Random Relevance
Ketchup skies and lullabies
Sing your own self to sleep
Reading lines and telling lies
You make your own self weep
You lied before and for what?
That’s the question worth learning
When your senses fail
And you feel like a complete American reject
When you’ve had a few transplants
And you start at a new line every time
‘Til you’ve discovered your method is worth loosing
You finally realize it when you can’t shut up
When your mind and your mouth is going 100 mph
Suddenly you find yourself giving you a yellow card
It’s only for speaking under oath
And for unsportsmanlike like conduct
It’s only yourself on an empty field
And its not because it’s half time
Believe me cause there would be lights everywhere,
For your talk about yourself is a thing
And suddenly you feel used,
But by your own self
You’ve become your own story of the year
And suddenly everyone has the nerve to force an ear
When the city is in constant motion
To your newly public soundtrack
You feel like everyone’s played you cold
And everyone’s throwing a bloc party
But you’re not invited
There’s the clash that leads you to your paramount
It happens when you least expect it
And your plain white tee becomes stained with fruit punch
This is a punch not from the eve of new year,
Only to recognize you won’t be kissing anyone after the ball drops,
But a masculine punch
From what lies in front of you
You took too long to find out
That you were looking for is
At the drive in
For what happens when the only boy
You’ve ever known has fallen out?
When a romance consisting of chemistry no longer surrounds you two
And the equation is no longer equal
It becomes nothing more than a popularity contest
Instead of testing the waters,
We all tend to test icicles, cautiously,
Only to make sure that nothing hits us over the head
But what happens when
You realize that you’ve been getting hit all this time
It’s just that your head it too numb
To feel all the pain that those icicles have caused you
When June comes around sooner than you think
And you’ve reaches the impossible all time low,
Or so you’ve thought
When you hush your sound and you try to think,
Think about how cuteness is always what you’ve aimed for
But now when you’re faced with the classic crimes,
The crime of detaching yourself from others,
You can’t wait for Saturday to pass,
But your afraid of what Sunday had to offer
Because you never took back
What you said Thursday
You’ve never seen a green day
Only gray and blue
When your heads to low to hit the lights
And pretend that nothing has ever happened
But somehow you want everything
Under the category of Random Relevance