Welcome To A Wasteland

You say its no use,

Scars won’t fade, but you haven’t learned anything

From love excused,

You downgrade, cause you haven’t learned anything.

 

Barren is the space behind your eyes,

You’re useless

Welcome to wasteland,

Of dreamless dreams,

Your heart ripped at the seams,

I know what she did, she welcomed you in,

To a Wasteland.

To a wasteland.

 

Paranoia has its use, for you who needs to feel anything,

A time like this is none to cry,

Selfishness is excused, for you who needs to feel anything,

A time like this is barely one to realize.

 

Barren is the space behind your eyes,

You’re useless

Welcome to wasteland,

Of dreamless dreams,

Your heart ripped at the seams,

I know what she did, she welcomed you in,

To a Wasteland.

To a wasteland.

In This Light

Time has told

That its not okay

For me to run

For us to hide

 

Time has told

That I must face

Everything

All the music that has yet to die

 

Why can’t I live alone?

Why must I need you

 

Forgotten is a way of life

That I’ve come to like

Cause I’m alright

In a corner of shadows and wasted time,

I’m almost comfortable in this light.

 

Time has told

That it can heal

All the wounds that you may feel

And it will heal them again

Cause it knows you,

It knows you’ll need it again

To distance yourself

From reality,

You’re swallowed up in sympathy

That only looks nice from a mirrors perspective.

 

Why can’t I live alone?

Why must I need you?

 

Forgotten is a way of life

That I’ve come to like

Cause I’m alright

In a corner of shadows and wasted time,

I’m almost comfortable in this light.

 

In this light.

I’m ready, I’m ready,

To start again.

I’m ready, I’m ready,

Cause time has told that those who never move away

Will die in vain.

 

Why can’t I live alone?

Why must i need you?

 

Forgotten is a way of life

That I’ve come to like

Cause I’m alright

In a corner of shadows and wasted time,

I’m almost comfortable in this light.

Almost comfortable…

Guide To Being A Good Husband

Being a good boyfriend is a whole football field away from being a good husband. Some basic tips for a successful marriage with us difficult women:

1. Never insist the wife cook dinner. Most women cook because we like it, and if we don’t you should find an alternative, fast, cause we aren’t really as bad as we pretend, but if you don’t want us burning your water, find a solution.

2. This is a follow up, but share responsibilities at least semi-equally. Arguments such as, “I did it yesterday,” will get you nowhere, because yesterday is always forgotten. Just try and keep household chores even, without a knock down drag out fight about what even really is.

3. In all honesty, we don’t look pretty for you, we get pretty for all the other annoying wives, sister in laws, and superficial family members out there. But you can tell us we look nice anyway.

4. It’s okay if you go out with your friends sometimes, but don’t call us repeatedly when we’re out with ours. It’s cute the first time, and that’s all.

5. Take us out to dinner like you did when you were still trying to win us over? We’re easier to please as wives we promise, but you have to try a little.

6.Don’t remind us of all the things we have to do before the day is over, or how much you got done that day, or how much you still have to do. Misery enjoys company but pressure really isn’t attractive. ;)

7. Love us, like you bs-ed that you did the second you met us during our wedding vows. ;) It’s okay, we don’t mind this.

Holes In The Walls

Since the beginning of time,

We’ve been forced to face our harshest critics,

All the people we try to make important

Because we know what they may see,

What’s inside,

They may have they’re own perceives

Of all that lies within your walls.

 

They’re poking holes in the walls,

To find the ways you can fall,

They’re watching you all the time,

Here a comes a flash you better smile,

They’re judging with their eyes

Cause there’s always holes in the walls.

 

You don’t need their mirrored voices telling you the end,

Since the beginning of time they’ve been alone,

While you only needed something a little better than that.

A little better than what you had.

That’s scorned because you’re always wrong,

You can never please the crowd.

 

Chorus.

Want to Try.

You keep on trying to find what youre after

But love never comes when you’re looking

Like christmas eve, we all go to sleep

And when we wake up it’s there on it own.

 

I can show you, I can fix you,

Let me see all the broken parts that you try to hide.

I can take you higher but you got to take my hand,

You know that you just want to try.

 

Your feet start moving in one direction,

And suddenly you’re lifting off the ground.

Like luck, sometimes it’s tough, but

Sometimes you just turn around.

 

I can show you, I can fix you,

Let me show you all the broken parts, Cause I can’t hide,

I can take you higher but you have to take my hand,

You know that you just wanna try.

Where It Ends

Smell the insecurity you put on my skin.

Taste the angry optimism you let sink in.

Look at the mess you’ve made, look at the girl you’ve torn apart.

Look at the want you’ve created again.

 

I don’t know where this goes,

But I, know where it ends too well.

I’ll be crying on the floor,

And you’ll just shut the door, thinking you’ve done me some good.

Thinking you’ve done me some good.

 

Hear the faded love as it cries,

Feel how it lingers in our eyes,

Look at the mess I’ve created,

Look at the girl, I let you tear apart,

Look at the want you’ve created again,

Look at tonight, with the same old eyes.

 

I don’t know where this goes,

But I, know where it ends too well.

I’ll be crying on the floor,

And you’ll just shut the door, thinking you’ve done me some good.

Thinking you’ve done me some good.

 

It has to end right here,

I won’t shed another tear for you,

You’ve caused enough,

I’ll let go,

Because I can,

Because I must,

If I want to love,

Again.

 

When have you done me good?

When have you done me good?

When have you done me good?

Hear The Truth

I’ll write you

A hundred songs

About all the reasons we went wrong

But they’ll be filled with lies

Cause I don’t wanna hear the truth

That maybe in my eyes

Theres something that still wants you

Oh…no…Woah ah oh.

Oh no,

This can’t be happening

This just won’t do,

Don’t you read my mind,

Cause it lies to me too,

Don’t you let me go,

Cause I will die without you.

 

You’re bad for

Girls like me,

Can’t you taste the tragedy,

You leave on my lips,

You’re torturing me,

I’m a seducted mess,

Here’s your cue to leave.

 

Chorus.

 

You think you’ve figured out,

What I wanted,

You don’t have a clue at all,

Hold the candle to the wind,

The light that keeps me alive,

Is all really just a lie

That you’ve invented over time,

Poison me. Poison me.

Cause I’m already tainted,

My face already painted with love you won’t return.

 

Chorus.

If I was smarter, I would probably turn around before I get to you

Before I say whats on my mind, before it gets to you (Ohhh)

If I was the the tiniest bit of a better person,

I might be the be the bigger person and walk away but no..

 

Cause you dont really love me,

You love the way I second guess myself, when your in the room,

Cause I don’t think you really love me,

It’s a story that I heard upon the wind when I was farther than the rain goes down.

500 Days Of Summer

“Love begins to be a demon, the moment it becomes a god.”—C.S.Lewis.

For a long time now, I’ve been sitting here thinking that love doesn’t exist, when at a certain point in my life I would’ve sworn by just the simple idea, by the simple word, by its connotation. But lately, love to me has a different connotation. I equate it with stupidity, things I thought were correct now, because they were seconded by thousands of lonely people, with the same lonely ideas. The truth is? I never looked for another perspective. I never looked for anything else besides what I wanted.

I was so busy, trying to get a certain person to notice that I was still breathing for them, that I didn’t look at all the people who were noticing I was breathing. And obviously, this is a long, drawn out, exaggerated situation and representation of something that I think I’ve been going through lately, and have recently been getting myself out of, but it could’ve “cured” my loneliness hours ago. And i don’t just mean a romantic love. I mean a love of anything. A love of music, of writing, of collecting god damn stamps, I don’t know, anything really. Maybe were all just loving demons.

Common Sense

If you think I don’t notice you,

It’s just my wishful thinking getting contagious.

Everytime you hear this song,

I want you think of me.

Everytime you hear this song,

I want you to make believe,

 

Chorus:

You’re not lying to yourself,

This isn’t all a dream,

You’re not you you’re someone else,

With a better surrounding scene, and much more common sense,

Shoulda known I’d let you in.

Hit The Walls

Chorus:

I don’t need to need you,

I don’t want to love you, anymore.

Your love is a wall I keep on hitting,

Your love is a game you never stop winning.

You are a lesson that I can’t stop living.

You never let me fall, you just let me hit the wall.

 

It’s like you’re a dagger of ice,

Piercing my heart and taking its life,

Taking its fight,

If I were a flower I’d have shriveled and died,

Cause theres no more tears, my eyes have dried.

But I’ve got no resistance to love,

That is harsh that is broken, that breaks me.

 

Chorus

 

I’m not addicted, I can get by,

Stealing your glances and borrowing time,

Your name is tattooed in my head,

You are a thought that I can’t forget,

Mistakes are only in our minds.

 

Chorus.

 

There’s every word you ever said,

And the ones you didn’t have to say,

Out of  sight and out of mind,

Or not.

But wait a minute, wait a minute,

I won’t ask you to stay,

Don’t notice that I’m not okay,

Don’t think this is your fault,

You never let me fall,

You just never let me fly.

Good bye.

 

Chorus.

Mistakes are only in our minds,

Must you waste, all my time?

You are a thought I can’t forget, but I can get by.

I can get by, I’m not a flat line,

I just hit the wall.

I just hit the walls.

Your love is like  a wall.

Chorus.

Are you here?

I feel you.

I feel you in the air I breathe, in the motions that my chest makes,

In the color of my eyes, in the heat, the sunshine,

I can feel you everywhere.

I can feel you everywhere.

 

Chorus

But are you here?

Are you here?

Am I, as alone, as I appear.

Don’t show me your face,

But take me to the place where you can be near,

Are you here?

 

I’m speaking to the air that I, breathe. I’m speaking to the color of my eyes,

Maybe they can help me understand, Help me understand,

Why some people cry, when theyre alone,

Why they deny the very thoughts that they need to know,

How they feel and how they act like they feel,

Are two very different things, I know you see everything.

But are you in this room, can you keep me safe, do you really care?

 

Chorusx2

Whispered:

Are you here?

Do you smell and taste and touch?

Do I use you as a crutch for getting forgotten?

I wont forget you, I don’t forget you.

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