I Like This Song

i like this song because it doesn't remind me of anyone
and i'm tired of thinking of everyone
so i try to wake myself up
i got a coffee with three sugars
i just hope that my heart will beat again
and i will forget all of my anger
that's why i like this song
when i hear it, i don't think of you
i just think of how i want to write more
now i think that i'm going to
but my dad told me i need to stop
writing about things that make people sad
i looked at him and didn't know what to say
the truth is, i never have
i just can't wait to get out of this town
and move out with my friends
we'll live in this ocean city
where i can sing my soul and not worry about "amen"
but when i hear this song
i think i'm free
from all the ghosts
that have been haunting me
so here i go again
i don't want to think of you
so i'm gunna turn up this song
and pretend i'm no longer blue
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# Posted on Friday, 06 June 2008 at 1:56 AM

Ghosts

there are some ghosts
that ill never see
there are some ghosts
that won't stop haunting me
there are some ghosts
that will never be free
there are some ghosts
that have been lost to sea
i guess i'm a ghost
and you're a ghost too
he's a ghost, she's a ghost
and there's nothing we can do
every ghost has a past
and each one passes through
the future like a wall
while slowly turning blue
but we've been blue before
a transparent blue
but a blue ghost is more like a person
that has no clue what to do
i finally feel responsible
but not in a good way
i turned your brain against you
now you just feel pain
it's not your fault you're a ghost
you just have unfinished business
but now that it's out
i guess that you'll just vanish
but i don't know
if anyone has ever seen me
i have an invisible exterior
and my interior has never been
i am an empty shell
that haunts you
picks you up
then drops you
but i don't know if ghosts are real
i don't know if i know how to feel
i've never met a ghost
i've never had the most
and due to their transparency
i'll never ever see a ghost
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# Posted on Wednesday, 04 June 2008 at 4:42 PM
Edited on Friday, 06 June 2008 at 11:42 AM

Some Kind Of Drone

i am a hole in a sock
i seem to get hooked on anything
that stands out in the slightest bit
i am slowing you down
dragging you behind
and every time i catch something
i get torn a little more
you are a long ways away
but i hope that by the time you get here
i will be big enough
to consume you
in the same way that you have consumed me
but i can't help but feel angry
every time that i come home
because of the shit that has happened
i wish it never happened
because i feel hatred
i think it's starting to consume me
i feel completely alone
i miss you
i feel like some kind of drone
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# Posted on Monday, 02 June 2008 at 10:14 PM

I Have No Voice

i remember when i used to have passion
and believe everything that i said
but now i'm only passionate
about wanting to have a passion
i have no voice
so i can't speak up
i can't speak clearly
i can only wish harder
i have no fucking voice
i used to love till i cried
i used to hate till i screamed
but now i'm just somewhere in the middle
without a voice
lost and passionless
maybe i've lost it
or maybe i've gained control
and that should make me feel better
but i don't want to be under control
i want to feel an idea
spread across my brain
like a wild fire
until i'm consumed and motivated
but i have no idea what's going on
and in this state of confusion
i have no passion
no passion has me
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# Posted on Tuesday, 20 May 2008 at 2:29 AM

You're Just A Man

to the deer
you have experienced what no other has
your blood
your mark
has been drug across this concrete valley
at first in huge explosion
then in a thin line
and you now own this land
to the dog
you stand so brave
and don't even flinch at the possiblity of death
you are not afraid of what killed the deer
but i'm sorry, you do not own this land
your blood is still in your body
to the bird
you are a panicing mess
you are all over the road
but because you are so small
and so frail
we slow down to be sure not hit you
because we love you
to the man
you run, but you don't know why
you are afraid of everything
you are a panicing mess
you don't own this land
your blood is still warm and in you
but you worry no one loves you
you're just a man
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# Posted on Friday, 16 May 2008 at 2:44 AM