Where You Are

I want to get to where you are

But down here from the ground, you look so far

I’m not sure if I can take any more

I want to get to where you are

 

Did you forget how it was?

Cause my memories are all i’ve got,

And they still look good,

But not, from where you are.

 

I guess it’s not something I’d like to repeat

That same old feeling of feeling incomplete

 

I can’t stand to sleep alone,

Cause I know that you aren’t and this is what I’ve become,

That petty little girl, that lonely little girl,

With the wide eyes,

You always like them,

That petty little girl,

On a tangent ride,

I’m gonna kiss the sky,

But I’ll think of you,

And where you are.

And where you are.

Cause I’m not there…

I want to get to where you are..

Did you forget how it was?

I want to get to where you are,

But I’m not there.

 

I’m sure there’s sunshine and flowers

And hills in the distance

And trees that stay green all the time,

There’s springtime and life

With you,

When I have just the winter,

A timeless condition,

Of limbo and waiting for life.

 

Where you are…

Kerosene

You say you gave me everything

But you couldn’t give enough

You say you would give me everything

But you can’t give it up

I’m not here for another in between

You are the thickening kerosene

About to blow the whole place up

And burn it down,

I won’t be the match.

 

You say you gave me everything

But you couldn’t give enough

You say you’d give me everything

But you won’t give it up,

I’m not here for another kiss and tell

You are the wheels on my road to hell

About to tear the whole place up

And watch it fade away

I won’t be the rearview mirror,

Wishing we could take it all back in

 

You’re dangerous

I like that but

I don’t need the heartache.

You’re stupidly selfish

I like that but

I don’t need the lonely nights

You’re you and I like that but

It’s wasting my time

 

You say you gave me everything

But you couldn’t give enough

You say you would give me everything

But you can’t give it up

I’m not here for another in between

You are the thickening kerosene

Songs I needa write sometime

The Next Time Hell Freezes Over

All That Glitters

How are you feeling today?

So last night I had this really elaborate day dream, like, what if emotions were actual people? I mean, i thought of the relationship I would have with them if they were, and it was pretty cool. Like, anger and I would probably be pretty close, but we’d have our disagreements here and there, about when to disagree. I would think shame and i would spend a lot of time together, and most times we would probably invite good old self-pity to hang out lol. But really. I thought it was a cool way to think. So i shared lol. =)

Waiting

It’s a long day,

And a long road,

When youre waiting.

For the place to arrive thhat you’ve been waiting for.

Pretending

All you did was love me to pieces,

In quite the literal sense.

I feel good, but I feel beaten,

I don’t make much sense.

 

The pain and the pleasure,

Start out the same,

But pretenses turned into pretending

And I am not how I used to be,

Woah.

One Minute Of You

Nothing about me says stay with you,

When you run me in circles, and your eyes aren’t blue,

You’re nothing I wanted, but everything I need,

There’s an inch we have to move, but so much we could gain.

 

One minute of you, one minute of you,

One minute of your time,

(One minute of you, one minute of you,)

Bring it into view,

So I can close my eyes.

 

I don’t know

I don’t know,

Why I’m here, but I don’t wanna be anywhere else,

But next to you, breathing deep, and trying to keep myself alive.

 

There’s sun in your face, and it’s hard to believe

That' I know I’ve felt this way before,

There’s a new kind of realness, that keeps me tied down,

When all I want to do is explore,

It’s a carpet that I’ve walked across to get my heart broken,

But I don’t really care, you’re that mistake that I’m living to make,

And

 

I don’t know

I don’t know,

Why I’m here, but I don’t wanna be anywhere else,

But next to you, breathing deep, and trying to keep myself alive.

 

Feel the rain,

On your skin,

Let it go,

I won’t leave,

When it gets,

To be too much to control,

Cause I don’t want to be,

I don’t wan't to be,

Anywhere else,

Anywhere else in the world…

 

(one minute of you)

(One minute of you)

Bring it into view,

So I can close my eyes,

 

I don’t know

I don’t know,

Why I’m here, but I don’t wanna be anywhere else,

But next to you, breathing deep, and trying to keep myself alive.

Surroundings

Today I’m considering the effects our environment has on us. I mean, would we be the same people we are if we had different parents, neighborhoods, siblings, or first grade teachers? I was thinking about how the location of my house has actually greatly impacted my life…like. Would I be half as outwardly quiet if I had had girls my age on my block? I don’t know lol. Eh. Well. Think about it? Cool.

Well then. Logistics and Ethics first,no?

Well. Today I’d like to talk about genetics. I know, at first glance it doesn’t seem mildly, okay, lets be honest, at all entertaining. However, if you haven’t let your judge-this-book-by-its-first-bad-opening-line-or-figurative-cover, then you have now gotten on to the funny part. And no. That ten word into one was not it.

But I mean. Look at genetic engineering. It’s gotten us to some pretty cool places, but it’s like…loving a pitbull. Sure, it has it’s good qualities. It’s protective, and loyal. But, it has an outrageous temper to those it isn’t loyal to…Now. Where am I going with pitbulls and genetic engineering?

Like pitbulls, genetic engineering has it’s positives…but then we can look at the negative side, and then finally we can look at the entertaining side. First of all, the government has only allowed us to clone bacteria so far…well. Unless you count that one sheep. Yes. Right now there is a clone of Dolly the Sheep, (no people, this is not a joke, her name is Dolly) I like to think she’s named after Dolly Parton. You know, cause Dolly the Sheep was genetically engineered, and Dolly Parton is mostly plastic. So theyre both kinda prototypes right?

But, I just find it a little comical that so many doctors and scientists have invested so much time into projects that the government won’t allow them to perform. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is perfectly ethical to go home, stop reading this blog, and go clone your sheep. Right now. Go. The government approves this. But, you say you want to clone your cow? Your horse? Your friendly neighborhood spiderman?

No sir. You do not say that. Because then, you are breaking the already-quivering bonds of ethics. Yes. The same government that loosens those bonds, limit research and study in it’s name. Logical? Ehh…

Haha…If you did read this in it’s entirety then, I guess by now you have realized, that the ten words into one WAS actually the funny part, and you actually should’ve stopped reading, when I said I was gonna rant about genetics and make believe I was funny. ;)

Hey

I really miss being funny on this thing. I guess that’s okay because I have like, a legitimate two followers but yeah. So what is the deal with crap artists being so popular? Honestly. Ke$ha?? Her name has a MONEY sign in it! Could you imagine if we all wrote our names like that! Cm'on corporate America. Don’t sink to such lows. And what about like…Idk. Justin Beiber? The kid has a world-wide EPIDEMIC named after him, and he’s like…six. And this is not me  being jealous lol. I’m just scared for our modern society's values. That’$ all. ;)

Happily Breathing<3

 

Chorus :But were happily breathing,

Living out loud,

Breaking the bonds when they tie us down,

Breathing

Thinking were right,

When we know all along we’re wrong.

(Last time:

But we’re happily breathing,

 

V1-It’s a cold mistake,

When you’re better off sorry than safe,

It’s irony in its truest state,

When we forget what we want

And do what we need.

 

Chorus

 

V2- They are worn paths,

In your head when you get sorry,

When the words go in circles and don’t escape,

Pride can leave our blind eyes crying,

But stupidity can never tell us what we drive away.

 

V3- Oh I’m happily, happily, happily, happily,

Stealing your breath with the words I shoulda kept to myself.

Oh I’m happily, happily, happily, happily…

 

Chorus

……

Hey there, you’re looking like you care,

But your blue car wants to drive.

Hey there, you know I’m really scared,

Cause without you I’d die.