we live with woe

Please take me out of my body up through the palm trees
To smell California in sweet hypocrisy
floating
My senses surround my body,
I wake my nose to smell that ocean burn

It's so hard to sleep

when everything you know will be gone tomorrow!
Good thing I have my bffls.

give me one reason to stay here, and i'll turn right back around

I really hate my jealousy, it brings out a terrible side of me. I just want to know something, the truth about everything, I won't take your word for anything because of how I feel about you.

good ol tbs

so whats the point (so what's the point?)
so whats the point (so whats the point?)
i'm in your room
is this turning you on
am i turning you on?
i'm in your room.

I could care less

My fingers pull up sinews of roots that never started anything. It's my jungle of weeds, who are stronger than flowers and more desperate than grass. They stretch across my nerves like chloroplast veins. I can see right through them--they aren't parasites but simple, perfect forests that hold me to my word. They keep me warm, and they keep me close. Finally, I am deaf, and I am mute. Finally, I can see.

So I brought the band back to life, and we're shooting for Broadway this time, but they must learn to loosen up their own throats.
What good are their notes to me when my ears have been filled with leaves? I could care less.

I will leave, and it's for the best; he wouldn't know me silent.
I must thank God for his memory.
In his bloodstream roars a symphony.
In case he won't remember me, I've sent pictures of my larynx.

Moving

Is it out of sight, out of mind, or absence makes the heart grow fonder? I guess we'll have to find out. I can't wait for the relief of apathy, to no longer care which stupid girl you see or how much you marginalize me. It's cool, it's cool, we can still be friends.