Wht I Wnt 2 Say [One pls mns one= 4327827325]

Say, little girl, be careful
She might not be who you think she is
Rejection is but a serious glance away
On one hand you could reach the finish line
On the other, you could trip and sprain your ankle
Not everything ends happily
And not everyone feels the same as you do
I'm sure you knew that already though
"Tell Charlotte nothing"
.hesitate

Lucid Dream Nostalgia

She says I taste like concert sweat
I lean in and she leans away
I think I just miss the pressing of lips
(Anyone would do right now, but-)
There's enough guilt weighing on each shoulder
My fingertips have gone blue
Our foreheads kiss
I flinch awake
Spoons, forks and kitchen knives
I'm homesick, and I've forgotten where I live

Rattle The Train Tracks

I want to talk to someone who knows words inside out
Show me the best place to hide and nail my ankles to the stage
Else I want a girl who likes blowing bubbles and meaninglessness
Just as much as she likes silence and whispering in my ear
Act out an alternate ending where the opera stays serene
"We're past the point of no return."
I'm ignoring the signs; taking a left at a right
The destination is the last thing on my mind
And you are the first
Move in sync with me
This was so anticlimatic.

"Are You By Any Chance The Same Person?"

Detach the nerves from my legs and hands
Don't move in sync. Don't move in sync.
My mouth is already disconnected from my head
I speak too fast and think too slow
(Tokyo screams extremes)
Am I saying what I mean
And hearing what I want to?
Define me/refine me until I am perfect
Someone fucking control me
It's a playground in my head but I'm not having any fun

Dirty The Drywall

I am like paint
A swirl of thick white acrylic on an empty wall
And I've never liked myself
The more I try to change me
Splattering lovesong blues and throw-up greens
The darker it gets
I can't scrape off regrets after they stick and dry
"Don't be silly"
I am a child
Disturbed by things I shouldn't have knowledge of
Maybe I just want to be praised
I won't believe it, so what use would that be
And then: What's the point of anything?
You must have known. You must have known
Criticize yourself for a change
I am a contradiction of what I say
Tape my mouth and kiss me
Ironic and sardonic , desperate for something nonplatonic
Break me like a bar of chocolate
Feel me melt against your tongue and leave a sour taste in your mouth
When the next meal comes you'll drown me out
I took the deepest breath and ripped a hole in my lungs
I am amused to the point of hysteria
So lock me up.
Choking
On you.
Hate like a masterpiece
Beautifully

Panda Girl Sleeps Through Piece

I become attached
A sordid possessiveness for people
No one belongs (to me)
And it distorts into jealousy.
An unreasonable protectiveness
For material things
I keep back up copies of all
People and toys
Substitutes discarded unlike credit cards.
My wallet is not happy with me
Much like my circle
Hold me. Hold me.
I like sitting at tranquil wharfs, making electric noise.

'Sick' Would Be A Good Excuse

Depression is not anger
And I was-am not me
Everything strikes like a chord
Repeated
Like lectures retold
I wish I didn't care so much
About everyone not me
Kill the cat and the conscience
Bury them in a shoebox in my backyard
I'll see them again when I want to
But right now I don't need to count sheep
I fall asleep to the thoughts of
Nothing

And I am-was not me

A Relapse Singing 'I Can't Do This'

Pressing panic buttons
And losing keys to panic rooms
Falling asleep under the bullet
Blinking awake to the feel of cold sweat
And shots to the breeze
They go unnoticed
Fading into the forgotten