"happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing i know"

~

  west coast eyes with the midwest soul
brushing your spare eyelashes away
not cause it's romantic
but so you can't wish you would do better than me
stuck on the corners of the page
hope that there is something better out there is like the alarm clock in the morning
i don't get lost in her eyes
i find who i really am there
the ashes of something that was beautiful once fall around her feet
chances we take on memories yet to be made
for the sake of ones that have
sympathizing with the enemy cause i've been there
fighting the cliches of the first broken heart
two songs don't make a right
wet lips slick with lies
wrists scratched with the sharp end of broken promises
and they can cut deep
we're pieces of a puzzle trying to fit together in the wrong place
shadows of what we had watching over us
dead leaves under new feet
forget them... forget the steps we give
blank lines stare at my face and blank faces stare at my lines
wipe his kiss from your smile and his teeth from your mouth
backlash and blackout
backout and fade from pages she wrote about boys you almost were
just almost
cut from the beginning
spared from/for the end
this isn't the 80s anymore
so now we're living on a bayer
or two or three or like the whole bottle, whatever
stop a heartache start a hole in your stomach
you don't know which is really worse anyways
and anyways
band s/newz
22 new songs to record and overanalyze
buuuuut don't you worry your pretty little heads; we will pick the worst ones...

real update later. i'll leave you with this as i head off to bed; "i love sleep. my life has the tendency to fall apart when i'm awake, you know?"

ecksohohnos,
pete

peee es- oh yeah i found out who wanted to marry me, and i think it's for the best nothing ever came of it. i wouldn't have any fun frolicking about with a strikethrough.