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Because Hitting The Beats Too Hard


I make poster boys look like Gods

As I swing these days away

No one screams if you cover their mouth well enough

I screw broken girls because they take it better

When you leave before they even know you're gone


My sins scream louder than yours

And I write sonnets on the floor because

You don't bitch loud enough to the stars anymore

My eyes read cinematics as idealistic fanfiction given form

But I believe that your words eat me up like nothing else could


I fought angels this morning

While getting out bed

They turn to demons when they realise where I've been

My dreams make hell seem good

And nightmares pleasentries

But I took the summer off just to **** with what i've seen


My sins scream louder than yours

And I write sonnets forever on the floor because

You don't bitch loud enough to the stars anymore

My eyes read cinematics as idealistic fanfiction given form

But I believe that your words eat me up like nothing else could


I watch you sing while you're playing that tambourine

****ing hell, you keep beats like elephants on crack

And I hope you don't scream because I've got other plans for you

That involve my dreams and every bit of torture i've been through


Characteristics and Poetry Real Men Shouldn't Show
The radio says its summertime,
I wish it wasn't lying and I wish it wasn't morning,
Everythings winding down to an end,
as everything should.
She can't stand to hear my voice,
and I completely understand.
For the first time,
I really get it.

It's not that I regret anything,
What most people regret is what makes them who they are,
And i'm pretty happy with myself,
I think I turned out pretty good,
There's nothing to complain about really,
But when I talk to my friend Jack he'll help me find something.

Why are women beautiful?
The same reason men are naturally ugly,
to even the odds,
at least they've got something on us,
I've learned not to let it get to me.
I wish...
I don't even know,
Maybe I need a cigarette,
but I don't want one,
God, I wish I knew.

I've got so many wishes,
but there isn't a well in sight,
and the stars aren't falling,
Not yet,
at least not tonight,
when I need it most,
I need something,
A women maybe,
but that would just lead to drinking,
and that would just lead to crying,
and then by tomorrow I would be praying for some kind of cancer.
The same things that put me through hell,
and I always come running to them when I smell the smoke,
Always,
It never fails.
I never failed,
I want to be like the things I hate to love,
on my bed looking at me with deep blue eyes,
seeing something I can't,
tearing me apart with an everlasting smile,
at least thats how it seems
Thats the only way I'll remember.
A damn shame she fell for me,
A damn shame I can't remember anything wrong with her.
The only thing wrong with her was me.

Well here's to blood and money,
Here's to cigarettes and whiskey,
Here's to the downtrodden and outnumbered,
Here's to the man on the corner with a cardboard sign,
Here's to the kid at the pool hall being hustled by his brother,
Here's to the rich man that no one loves,
Here's to the rebellious teenager burning rubber in my yard,
This ones for us.
All of us that ever felt like we should be something we're not,
If we can get off our knees long enough to take one last shot.