I’m a dog. Pity me. Don’t you bleed, pretty please. Heightened senses, false pretenses, they both cause tension in my stomach. I’m so hungry for a woman. Down her quick to have another. And though my mother was a saint I’m having virgin hearts for supper. May their bodies be an upper for the nights when I am down. May their insides be my comfort if the moon is not around. Not just a dog, I am a wolf. Won’t cross the line, ill only look. And though I’m twisted-sick, a misfit… I’m handed gifts as if I’m gifted. Can you see how guys like me can be so easy to please? Give me one, and then Ill leave. I’m a dog. Pity me.
Oh Tim Hef. The only savior left. This knight has met his night. I may have found a cleft. Oh, Tim Hef. The only thing I think I knew, was knowing how to get the good, is finally getting me. A simple plea my valiant friend, do you remember who I used to be? I swore I’d leave for better lands, but better lands have bested me. I fought the beast and slayed it; I wear the fur so proudly. A foe worthy of slaying, sold the soul right from my body. Hold my breath and count the seconds as my faults mix in with leaven.
The scent of confidence, I know she smells it.
And since I’m confident I know she feels it,
among the other things this girl has had to touch.
I’d like to put forth effort
But it isn’t hard to see her blush.
I kind of wanted more like moral pleasures.
The kind of stuff that makes relations better.
I guess at 19 I should know better,
she’d rather party than enjoy the weather.
Which never stays the same.
It’s only bound to rain.
"Woe is me", I’m bleeding it
She’s breathing it, It never quits.
She’s seeking it, no more regret.
Oh glory how the walls were torn.
They can’t forget, They watched them burn,
As bibles never seemed to learn a sense of pain.
And happiness can always seem to make it rain.
Windows always seem to make you feel so far away.
Like you were once at one with space.
Feeling sane behind that pane,
where faces look for faith to blame.
New records set record this day,
the day the earth fell down in awe.
Should we celebrate this travesty?
Should we call upon the martial law?
From petty fights, to cryptic flaws,
I ask please paint my name in red.
I stare you down, from dusk to dawn,
but still can’t make it to your bed.
I’d like to see a side of you,
whom you can’t even hide the truth.
Your shadow folds in its demise,
the marks you cover from behind
implode a node of notes you bled.
I’m anxious, but they wont be read.
Just tell me with your lips instead.
I’m always listening.
Can’t take advantage of what I’ve learned,
I swear, when god gives me my turn.
I’ll sweep you off your feet.
gold aroma underneath.
We’re heading up now to cloud nine.
Where summer time is all the time.
Smiles won’t petty pretty lips
but surely outburst in pure bliss.
I wonder if you’re listening?
Cause I’m screaming out to you..
Call me and I’ll be there soon
No carriage but I’ll carry you.
Anywhere you’d like to be
The story goes “I like to bleed”
so cry and I will cry with you.
Die and I will die with you.
Your flaws? Love I would fix you up.
My heart to fill the empty wounds.
Together making history,
forever fall in love with me.
A spaceship to the moon for two.
With dreams that all your dreams come true…
Mary herself wasn’t ready for the soul.
To embrace the situation.
To display control
And oh, once it hit…
she addressed the occasion.
Alone in a manger,
in an inept location.
I prayed you’d grow patience,
but lost mine in vain.
Fell in love with a whore
drenched me in pain.
Then Sunday again,
back down to the river,
where my sins are forgotten,
but I never forget her.
I simply regret her,
and won’t say a thing.
Could you dress the occasion?
Would you dress the occasion?
Or lay towards persuasion?
Then lie in my bed.
So I’d live the next week
with a whore in my head.
But you… how you doing?
I miss you my friend.
we’re soul mates… you know it..
but we learned to pretend.
And I’m fine with just that,
I’m glad you’re alive.
You’ve dressed the occasion,
and look great in my eyes.
I don’t have to share what I find beautiful with the world. I don’t have to share anything with this world. I am most comfortable in this place, in this hole. I will absorb what I wish, and reject at my desire.
Trippy day, mark the date
July 18th, am I too late?
Stuck on time. strange new town
Get caught up, get cut down
save the shots, save the down
forty dollars, silent sounds.
Easy day, mark the date,
July 18th, first pay day.
Another dose of medicine, About that time.
Ignore the directions, I’ll be fine.
Forge the prescription, I’ll get mine.
Scourge the pretension, I’m just lying.
Kiss in the mist, my excuse for the fire. Every kiss that we miss could surely burn bridges.
Then my heart was unhinged, I showed signs.
Afraid of the now, and I know why.