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Hey I havent posted in here for a long time because not alot of people have been. But I am going to start posting again. I have been writing more and more lately so here are two of my songs....Sorry if you torture yourself and read haha.
Sew My Lips Shut
She was an expert at throwing darts, At my helpless target heart, I was afraid to go outside, Feeling the torment would start, She went everywhere I went, to show those beautiful eyes off, I was dumb enough to make eye contact, Too bad, Now I’m in for it.
Sew my, Lips shut, I can’t bear the feel of your tongue, Keep these stitches tight, I can’t bare to say a word tonight, So my lady, This is the end.
So strong she couldn’t tell, A word to those who cared, Just making sure it’s straight to hell, Even if they weren’t prepared, She loved the face I would make, Right before slashing my throat, Because it never felt so good, As when I was next to you.
Sew my, Lips shut, I can’t bear the feel of your tongue, Keep these stitches tight, I can’t bare to say a word tonight, So my lady, This is the end.
Blame the inspiration, For drowning me, In a bed covered in my blood, watch me embrace, The puddle, So smooth, The blood is rolling down my back, So many lies, As I lay on my back, Once again avoiding, Eye contact, That’s it.
Sew my, Lips shut, I can’t bear the feel of your tongue, Keep these stitches tight, I can’t bare to say a word tonight, So my lady, This is the end.
Well is it immaturity? That might just be curing me, Or is it you? That might just be dispersing me, Safety first, Before, Running with scissors, Well it’s a good thing, That she has my heart, Because, You wouldn’t want to lose that.
Is this what you wanted? To rip me to fucking shreds? Take your tommy gun love, And baby pump me full of lead, All I want to do is feel, Something that’s actually real, Fucking take anything you want, Body parts are useless without the heart...
Sew my, Lips shut, I can’t bear the feel of your tongue, Keep these stitches tight, I can’t bare to say a word tonight, So my lady, This is the end.
My Play Doh Girl
I started carving me a girl, Made out of play doh, But I don’t know, If my plans are perfect, I don’t want her getting sick, Or having regrets, But what I wish for is love, And I can’t get that from a design, Whose plans are to be mine, With no second thoughts, Deceptive I guess I am, But when I look into her clay eyes, I can’t help but let my teeth shine.
I don’t think you can comprehend, The way that she can bend, But I don’t know, If the other guys stare, At her perfectly carved hair, Or how I treat her with care, Don’t blame me for taking measures, That you may call desperate, Because that’s it, Odd I guess you find it, Perhaps your tactics are blinded, The paper I needed to fall in love was trouble But she signed it.
I’m all stocked up on, Play doh, Now all she needs is a, heart, I’ll cut my filthy heart in half, And give the big half to her, If she comes out right it won’t hurt.
She, Will grow, Into the most, innocent thing you’ve ever known, Schizophrenia breached, In areas we’ve never seen, Watch as we, Emerge into the green, But all I want is a hand to hold, Clay or not, She can be mine, I am the creator, I hope there isn’t a rebellion, Clever I guess I am, She can’t be completely ruined, Her clay holds her heart tight, I watch my half absorb beauty.
I’m all stocked up on, Play doh, Now all she needs is a, heart, I’ll cut my filthy heart in half, And give the big half to her, If she comes out right it won’t hurt
Don’t put that thing at me, All girls get greedy, As her hands rub my chest, Begin to withdraw, My heart, Greed got you, The girl got me.
I’m all stocked up on, Play doh, Now all she needs is a, heart, I’ll cut my filthy heart in half, And give the big half to her, If she comes out right it won’t hurt.
There are my works of crap. Thanks everyone.
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