Didn’t they teach you?
Everything’s okay if you settle enough?
Forget your dreams
Let’s pretend I’m everything you want me to be
Complicated breathing
You never had the guts just to throw me away
Life moves slow
When everything’s a worse version of what you need
And I’m just the ground
That you happened to fall on
When you lost your balance walking around in the rain
And you got to your feet
Scratched your head and started to gather
The life that you dropped all around me
I can’t fight for a graveyard anymore
Some people have their money
To keep their legs pumping away at the ground
What moves me is fear
That I'll always be alone at the end of the day (at the end of the day)
And I’m just the ground
That you happened to fall on
When you lost your balance walking around in the rain
And you got to your feet
Scratched your head and started to gather
The life that you dropped all around me
I can’t fight for a graveyard
I can’t fight for a graveyard anymore
I’m just the ground
That you happened to fall on
I’m just the ground
I’m just the ground
I’m just the ground
And I’m just the ground
That you happened to fall on
When you lost your balance walking around in the rain
And you got to your feet
Scratched your head and started to gather
The life that you dropped all around me
I’m just the ground
I’m just the ground
I’m just the ground
I’m just the ground
I can’t fight for a graveyard anymore
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How do I keep the light from disappearing in your eyes, when you want it to?
Showing posts with label Armor For Sleep. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Armor For Sleep. Show all posts
Monday, December 1, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
The Way Out Is Broken
Holding on tightly never worked for me
Show me where the door is cause I'm failing to see
Take your feet out watching you bleed out
I'm the worst at knowing when my curtains been called
On my way out of the dreams I've made
I'm on my way, I'm seeing I was always destined to be
Predictable and alone
Predictable and alone for the long run
You should be thankful that I'm getting on a train
that's heading straight out of your life again
Maybe I'm the champion of being alone
Saving your last glance, burning our last chance
Nothing's gonna stop what was always meant to be
On my way out of the dreams I've made
I'm on my way, I'm seeing I was always destined to be
Predictable and alone
Predictable and alone for the long run
You should be thankful that I'm getting on a train
that's heading straight out of your life again
You can't stop the earth
from spinning under your toes
You can't soak up the sea, just like
you can't stop what you are destined to be
Predictable and alone (for the long run)
Predictable and alone for the long run
You should be thankful that I'm getting on a train
that's heading straight out of your life again
Predictable and alone
Predictable and alone for the long run
You should be thankful that I'm getting on a train
that's heading straight out of your life again
You should be thankful that I'm getting on a train
that's heading straight out of your life again
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Where were you when I needed you most? I hate how you'll never come back. How you can't come back. Why did you leave me when I had no one else? You showed me how to leave.
Show me where the door is cause I'm failing to see
Take your feet out watching you bleed out
I'm the worst at knowing when my curtains been called
On my way out of the dreams I've made
I'm on my way, I'm seeing I was always destined to be
Predictable and alone
Predictable and alone for the long run
You should be thankful that I'm getting on a train
that's heading straight out of your life again
Maybe I'm the champion of being alone
Saving your last glance, burning our last chance
Nothing's gonna stop what was always meant to be
On my way out of the dreams I've made
I'm on my way, I'm seeing I was always destined to be
Predictable and alone
Predictable and alone for the long run
You should be thankful that I'm getting on a train
that's heading straight out of your life again
You can't stop the earth
from spinning under your toes
You can't soak up the sea, just like
you can't stop what you are destined to be
Predictable and alone (for the long run)
Predictable and alone for the long run
You should be thankful that I'm getting on a train
that's heading straight out of your life again
Predictable and alone
Predictable and alone for the long run
You should be thankful that I'm getting on a train
that's heading straight out of your life again
You should be thankful that I'm getting on a train
that's heading straight out of your life again
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Where were you when I needed you most? I hate how you'll never come back. How you can't come back. Why did you leave me when I had no one else? You showed me how to leave.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Chemicals
The lights in your room keep on blinking off.
And I’m on my back, on your floor.
Tell me how you fooled the world again,
I like how you laugh when you tell it.
Play dead, cause I’ll be playing dead with you.
I’ll play you when you’re dead in a year or two.
Can you please point me to your chemicals?
I need to feel like I’ve got rocks in my eyelids.
The only superhero I’ve ever known was you, about 5 years ago.
It was you about 5 years ago.
The lights outside turn into knives on me and I forget how to get home.
It only feels like it’s the summer now,
cause everyone’s always wearing the wrong clothes.
Play dead, cause I’ll be playing dead with you.
I’ll play you when you’re dead in a year or two.
Can you please point me to your chemicals?
I need to feel like I’ve got rocks in my eyelids.
The only superhero I’ve ever known was you, about 5 years ago.
It was you about 5 years ago.
I can picture your coffin in the hallway;
And your family standing inside the doorway.
They’ll point all their fingers at me and say,
‘Where are your drugs? Today we need them.
Where are your drugs? We need an escape.’
Can you please point me to your chemicals?
I need to feel like I’ve got rocks in my eyelids.
The only superhero I’ve ever known was you,
about 5 years ago, was you about 5 years ago.
Where are your drugs? Today we need them.
Where are your drugs? We need your escape.
Where are your drugs? Today we need them.
Where are your drugs? We need your escape.
Where are your drugs? Today we need them
Where are your drugs?
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As the music gets louder, I sink deeper. Thoughts turn colder. I get lost in the dark abyss with nothing to follow. No lights. No pathway. And, not even my heart. I walk along the edge.
Turn up the music.
And I’m on my back, on your floor.
Tell me how you fooled the world again,
I like how you laugh when you tell it.
Play dead, cause I’ll be playing dead with you.
I’ll play you when you’re dead in a year or two.
Can you please point me to your chemicals?
I need to feel like I’ve got rocks in my eyelids.
The only superhero I’ve ever known was you, about 5 years ago.
It was you about 5 years ago.
The lights outside turn into knives on me and I forget how to get home.
It only feels like it’s the summer now,
cause everyone’s always wearing the wrong clothes.
Play dead, cause I’ll be playing dead with you.
I’ll play you when you’re dead in a year or two.
Can you please point me to your chemicals?
I need to feel like I’ve got rocks in my eyelids.
The only superhero I’ve ever known was you, about 5 years ago.
It was you about 5 years ago.
I can picture your coffin in the hallway;
And your family standing inside the doorway.
They’ll point all their fingers at me and say,
‘Where are your drugs? Today we need them.
Where are your drugs? We need an escape.’
Can you please point me to your chemicals?
I need to feel like I’ve got rocks in my eyelids.
The only superhero I’ve ever known was you,
about 5 years ago, was you about 5 years ago.
Where are your drugs? Today we need them.
Where are your drugs? We need your escape.
Where are your drugs? Today we need them.
Where are your drugs? We need your escape.
Where are your drugs? Today we need them
Where are your drugs?
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As the music gets louder, I sink deeper. Thoughts turn colder. I get lost in the dark abyss with nothing to follow. No lights. No pathway. And, not even my heart. I walk along the edge.
Turn up the music.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Snow Globe
I used to believe that no one else was alive.
And all of the world was just a show inside my own mind.
The dog’s on a leash, tied to a pole, shaking above the snow
I try to pretend, I try to pretend, everything’s just in my head.
The choir’s in line, belting its soul, over the dying crowd.
Singing for love, their voices will soar, and disappear through the floor.
I used to believe that no one else was alive.
And all of the world was just a show inside my own mind.
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It's so funny how things work out. No matter what in life, you can't avoid bitches and assholes who come across your path. It's a fact. Whether you're their ''friend'' because they're friends with your best friend, or your coworkers, your classmates, or random strangers who decided to pick you, they've made their way in your life. So, the question is, what do you do? You try to make nice. Treat others how you'd like to be treated, right? Things don't seem to be that bad. Then, like a force of nature, these so-called bitches and assholes decide to fuck you up. Now what? Retaliation? No, that's child's play. You develop a thick-skin. You take it all in. You don't take it personally. You learn. It's fucking business.
And all of the world was just a show inside my own mind.
The dog’s on a leash, tied to a pole, shaking above the snow
I try to pretend, I try to pretend, everything’s just in my head.
The choir’s in line, belting its soul, over the dying crowd.
Singing for love, their voices will soar, and disappear through the floor.
I used to believe that no one else was alive.
And all of the world was just a show inside my own mind.
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It's so funny how things work out. No matter what in life, you can't avoid bitches and assholes who come across your path. It's a fact. Whether you're their ''friend'' because they're friends with your best friend, or your coworkers, your classmates, or random strangers who decided to pick you, they've made their way in your life. So, the question is, what do you do? You try to make nice. Treat others how you'd like to be treated, right? Things don't seem to be that bad. Then, like a force of nature, these so-called bitches and assholes decide to fuck you up. Now what? Retaliation? No, that's child's play. You develop a thick-skin. You take it all in. You don't take it personally. You learn. It's fucking business.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Dear Interceptor
Get out of the city if it hurts. You're too blind, move it over, try to get closer to the lifestyles of gluttons; seem so seamless and perfect. I've been the secret that you've been keeping.
Ears to the wall, eyes on the prize. See that you've made a mistake, and we all know what you've done here. Dear Interceptor, I've been waiting... Show me something. Hold the phone, we've found an answer. Full moons and minot keys to get there faster. Mirror, mirror, see this as clear as crystalline. Second-hand interpreter. The spoken word for change.
Wait for me, I wanted to feel this safe. I can't hear you scream. Hold the phone to make it better, I can't hear you.
Blood to the beat. This thirst of the Lion can't be quenched by cigarette strewn cubicle air. Dear diluted, while you're dreaming... Hold the phone, we've found an answer. Full moons and minot keys to get there faster. Mirror, mirror, see this as clear as crystalline. Second-hand interpreter, deep into the Red we need a change.
Just look at this cardboard cut-out, this puppet that you've become. Let me be the first to acknowledge you've no pride, you've no purpose. It's so typical to think less is more when you're out of the lead. Don't hurt yourself. Settle for less. It's so typical to think less is more when you're out of the lead. Second-hand interpreter, the spoken word for change.
Wait for me. I can't hear you. Hold the phone, we've found an answer.
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It's well past 3am and here I am. Without sleep and with too many thoughts to count. Even Armor For Sleep couldn't get me through this one. I haven't had one of these nights in quite a while.
I found myself thinking about the future a lot. I know that it's unpredictable and "only time will tell". But it sucks. I know its immature, stupid and "oh so girly" of me, but damn it, why is it so hard to find the four letter word.. love? With well over 6 million people in the entire world, you'd think that love would occur on a weekly basis. But after a lot of hard thinking and talking to the dead, I've come to the conclusion that love only comes to those who are ready for it. It comes to those who are willing to jump, those who are ready to fall, those who don't care, and those who are ready to accept all consequences. All four things must occur in order to find love. I've jumped... maybe 1.5 metres, but definitely wasn't ready to fall from that. And from stupid moves like that, hearts get a little cracked, not broken. But cracked enough to make someone scared and not be able to free fall. From seeing people I love get so hurt, by getting hurt ever so slightly each time myself, its hard to want the very thing I've been trying to find. So, I say I want love. But, am I willing to crash and burn? Not quite yet. "Take the pain out of love, then love won't exist", right? You've got to be brave, to be open, and to not be so scared. I admit, I'm jealous. Not jealous that everyone has a "boo" but me. But, more so that I'm not as brave as I want to be. I'm jealous that I cannot give my heart and a hammer, and let someone decide whether to pound it into tiny misshapen pieces and sell it for pocket change. I want to believe I will be strong enough, but it's hard trying to be a rock 24/7. Right now, admittedly, whoever gets close to me, I push away. Am I pushing away the very thing that's trying to find me? The future is unpredictable and only time will tell.
As a child, my parents always said that I wasn't allowed to date until I graduated from university (typical of the Asian parents, ask anyone). I always thought it was a joke. But now, here at the age of 20, entering my third year of university, aren't they happy? You bet. Intentional on my behalf? Not really, I blame the subconscious. I guess after little experiences, you start to see the entire picture. Or in my case, a little bit of overthinking and temperature variability does the trick too. Were they trying to protect my little heart? Probably. I think the message behind it all, was that they wanted me to become this strong, independent person before I decide to let someone into my life. A person who knows who she is, and isn't afraid of not fitting in. A person who knows what she wants, and won't let anyone else change her. I needed to be this person. Am I there yet? Not nearly. Good luck, Anita.
It's now almost 5am and round 392439248 of AFS. This will probably be the biggest blog you'll see. Sleep Attempt: #2
Ears to the wall, eyes on the prize. See that you've made a mistake, and we all know what you've done here. Dear Interceptor, I've been waiting... Show me something. Hold the phone, we've found an answer. Full moons and minot keys to get there faster. Mirror, mirror, see this as clear as crystalline. Second-hand interpreter. The spoken word for change.
Wait for me, I wanted to feel this safe. I can't hear you scream. Hold the phone to make it better, I can't hear you.
Blood to the beat. This thirst of the Lion can't be quenched by cigarette strewn cubicle air. Dear diluted, while you're dreaming... Hold the phone, we've found an answer. Full moons and minot keys to get there faster. Mirror, mirror, see this as clear as crystalline. Second-hand interpreter, deep into the Red we need a change.
Just look at this cardboard cut-out, this puppet that you've become. Let me be the first to acknowledge you've no pride, you've no purpose. It's so typical to think less is more when you're out of the lead. Don't hurt yourself. Settle for less. It's so typical to think less is more when you're out of the lead. Second-hand interpreter, the spoken word for change.
Wait for me. I can't hear you. Hold the phone, we've found an answer.
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It's well past 3am and here I am. Without sleep and with too many thoughts to count. Even Armor For Sleep couldn't get me through this one. I haven't had one of these nights in quite a while.
I found myself thinking about the future a lot. I know that it's unpredictable and "only time will tell". But it sucks. I know its immature, stupid and "oh so girly" of me, but damn it, why is it so hard to find the four letter word.. love? With well over 6 million people in the entire world, you'd think that love would occur on a weekly basis. But after a lot of hard thinking and talking to the dead, I've come to the conclusion that love only comes to those who are ready for it. It comes to those who are willing to jump, those who are ready to fall, those who don't care, and those who are ready to accept all consequences. All four things must occur in order to find love. I've jumped... maybe 1.5 metres, but definitely wasn't ready to fall from that. And from stupid moves like that, hearts get a little cracked, not broken. But cracked enough to make someone scared and not be able to free fall. From seeing people I love get so hurt, by getting hurt ever so slightly each time myself, its hard to want the very thing I've been trying to find. So, I say I want love. But, am I willing to crash and burn? Not quite yet. "Take the pain out of love, then love won't exist", right? You've got to be brave, to be open, and to not be so scared. I admit, I'm jealous. Not jealous that everyone has a "boo" but me. But, more so that I'm not as brave as I want to be. I'm jealous that I cannot give my heart and a hammer, and let someone decide whether to pound it into tiny misshapen pieces and sell it for pocket change. I want to believe I will be strong enough, but it's hard trying to be a rock 24/7. Right now, admittedly, whoever gets close to me, I push away. Am I pushing away the very thing that's trying to find me? The future is unpredictable and only time will tell.
As a child, my parents always said that I wasn't allowed to date until I graduated from university (typical of the Asian parents, ask anyone). I always thought it was a joke. But now, here at the age of 20, entering my third year of university, aren't they happy? You bet. Intentional on my behalf? Not really, I blame the subconscious. I guess after little experiences, you start to see the entire picture. Or in my case, a little bit of overthinking and temperature variability does the trick too. Were they trying to protect my little heart? Probably. I think the message behind it all, was that they wanted me to become this strong, independent person before I decide to let someone into my life. A person who knows who she is, and isn't afraid of not fitting in. A person who knows what she wants, and won't let anyone else change her. I needed to be this person. Am I there yet? Not nearly. Good luck, Anita.
It's now almost 5am and round 392439248 of AFS. This will probably be the biggest blog you'll see. Sleep Attempt: #2
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Awkward Last Words
I wanna live again
I wanna start everything over again
I wanna get this right
I'll meet you in another life
Over again
I'm coming back around again
Coming back over again
I'm coming back around again,
but now it's over
We're out of time and I can't breathe
I told you not to believe in me
'Cause all I do is push you far away from me
All I do is push you far away from me
Out of time and I can't breathe
I told you not to believe in me
'Cause all I do is push you far away from me
All I do is push you far away from me
I'm gonna make this work
I'm gonna change everything wrong with me
I'm gonna prove you wrong
when I meet you in another life
Over again
I'm coming back around again
Coming back over again
I'm coming back around again,
but now it's over
We're out of time and I can't breathe
I told you not to believe in me
'Cause all I do is push you far away from me
All I do is push you far away from me
Out of time and I can't breathe
I told you not to believe in me
'Cause all I do is push you far away from me
All I do is push you far away from me
I never had the gift of holding on to you
You're so far, so far away
No I, never had the gift of holding on to you, now
You're so far, so far awaya
I wanna live again [x3]
I wanna start everything over again
I wanna live again [x3]
I wanna start everything over again
We're out of time and I can't breathe [x4]
We're out of time and I can't breathe
I told you not to believe in me
'Cause all I do is push you far away from me
All I do is push you far away from me
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This is my cheapo shot of a blog. Reason #1: I suck at writing, therefore will suck at blogging. Reason #2: At the moment, it says it all. Reason #3: William Beckett can get away with it. Maybe next time, I will put more effort into this. Maybe.
I wanna start everything over again
I wanna get this right
I'll meet you in another life
Over again
I'm coming back around again
Coming back over again
I'm coming back around again,
but now it's over
We're out of time and I can't breathe
I told you not to believe in me
'Cause all I do is push you far away from me
All I do is push you far away from me
Out of time and I can't breathe
I told you not to believe in me
'Cause all I do is push you far away from me
All I do is push you far away from me
I'm gonna make this work
I'm gonna change everything wrong with me
I'm gonna prove you wrong
when I meet you in another life
Over again
I'm coming back around again
Coming back over again
I'm coming back around again,
but now it's over
We're out of time and I can't breathe
I told you not to believe in me
'Cause all I do is push you far away from me
All I do is push you far away from me
Out of time and I can't breathe
I told you not to believe in me
'Cause all I do is push you far away from me
All I do is push you far away from me
I never had the gift of holding on to you
You're so far, so far away
No I, never had the gift of holding on to you, now
You're so far, so far awaya
I wanna live again [x3]
I wanna start everything over again
I wanna live again [x3]
I wanna start everything over again
We're out of time and I can't breathe [x4]
We're out of time and I can't breathe
I told you not to believe in me
'Cause all I do is push you far away from me
All I do is push you far away from me
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This is my cheapo shot of a blog. Reason #1: I suck at writing, therefore will suck at blogging. Reason #2: At the moment, it says it all. Reason #3: William Beckett can get away with it. Maybe next time, I will put more effort into this. Maybe.
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