Light a smoke for giving up on me and one more just cause they'll kill you soon.

To my favorite liar (to my favorite scar): Lately I've been thinking I hope you catch fire cause I wouldn't piss to put you out.

I'm sunk so. Hang yourself. Your smile is your rope. Wrap it tight around your Throat.

On the drive home with them joke about the kid you used to see (and his jealousy) breaking him has never looked so cool.

As you wrap your car around a tree. You look great on the steering wheel. Right next to his teeth.

The accident scene is called "you get what you deserve".


...


This conversation's been dead on arrival,
and there's no way to talk to you
This conversation's been dead on arrival


A rivalry goes so deep between me
and this loss of sleep over you.


...


Maybe you won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.
Someday I'll appreciate in value, get off my ass and call you...but for the meantime I'll sport my brand new fashion of waking up with my clothes on at 4:00 in the afternoon.

...

I'm good to go
And I'm going nowhere fast
It could be worse
It could be talking you there with me
I'm good to go
But it looks like I'm still on my own


I'm good to go
For something golden
Though the motions I've been going through have failed
And I'm closing on potential towards the wall
At a 100 miles an hour


...


Landing on a runway in Chicago and I'm grounding all my dreams of ever really seeing California.


Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't say.
Tonight I'm writing you a million miles away.
Tonight is all about "We miss you."

These friends are, new friends are golden.


...


I am such a sucker
And I'm always the last to know
My insides are copper
And I'd kill to make them gold
Conversation got me here: another night alone in the city
So make my bed the grave and shovel dirt onto my sheets


Every friend we ever had in common
I will sever the tie with you
You can thank your lucky stars
That everything i wish for will never come true


When you go, I will forget everything about you


I've seen sinking ships go down with more grace than you


Turn this up I'll tune you out
Another night alone in the city
Fake it like you matter- cause that's the biggest secret you have to keep


...


The pains i went through to avoid you
and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate you


But there's a light on in Chicago
and i know i should be home
All the corners of the street signs...
They remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house


She took me down and said:
"boy's like you are overrated. so save your breath."
Loaded words and loaded friends
are loaded guns to our heads.


Cause every pain of glass that your pebbles tap
Negates the pains i went through to avoid you
and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate you.


You want apologies
You might hold your breath
until your breathing stops forever, forever
The only thing you'll ever get
is this curse on your lips.


But there's a light on in Chicago


...


I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
But you know that I could crush you with my voice


Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me
Hide the details I don't want to know a thing


I hate the way you say my name like it's something secret
My pen is the barrel of the gun. Remind me which side you should be on


I wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel.


...


My heart ticks in beat with these kids that I grew up with.
living like life's going out of style.
You came to watch us play...like a "Big shot talent,"
but at the end of the day you know where we come from
and where we call home.


Hey Chris, you were our only friend.


They'll say it's not worth it.
So we'll leave this town in ruin.
living like life's going out of style.
You came to watch us play...like a "Big shot talent,"
but at the end of the day you know those busted lips
we take back home.



...


sat outside my front window
this story's going somewhere
well there's a song on the radio that says
"let's get this party started, let's get this party started"
what you do on you own time's just fine
my imagination's much worse than i ever wanted to know
and what meant the world imploded...
inflated then demoted all my oxygen to product gas
dead and gone calm before the storm
set it off, and the sun burnt out tonight
reception less than warm
set it off and the sun burnt out tonight
the next time the phone can wring my neck it gets no answer
and of the time that I've spent telling it my roots
I'm shaking in my boots
and still it looks at me like an old friend I've betrayed
the dark side of the doormat is the one your shoes have frayed
the sun burnt out tonight


...


I could walk this fine line between elation and success,
but we all know which way I'm going to go; strike the stake between my chest.
Well "You have to prove yourself". You'll have to prove it to me.


So now you're waiting up for him... you're wasting time every time.


I can't do it by myself.


I can't wake up to these reminders of who I am:
A failure of everything... 17 going on extinct.
I know my place it's nowhere you should roam.


...


I'm holding out and I'm holding on to every letter and every grudge.
I pulled myself out of the day we ever had to meet.
Are you through with me?


When it all goes to hell, will you be able to tell me sorry with a straight face.


I'm all ears and I'm all scars to hear you tell me
"Boy's like you, you try so hard to not look desperate".
I'm hanging on. But I still know the way to make you run.


Take this to your grave and I'll take it to mine.