I miss you.
Bobby Rowan
Just Be Happy
I wanna break apart my heart
Glue the pieces to my car
Crash it into a wall
I don’t want to feel at all
I want to break apart my heart
Douse it in gasoline
So the fire burns clean
Flick a cigarette like that movie Con Air
Doused in gasoline
And if you think you are better than me
You’re right
There’s no one to love
There’s no one to trust
In my life
I want to pick up the pieces
And plant them in the ground
When a tree grows there
I want to chop that tree down
Build it into a boat
And float it in a lake
And with dynamite
I will explode that thing
That makes me make mistakes
And if you think you are better than me
You’re right
There’s no one to love
There’s no one to trust
In my life
Sometimes I get lonesome
I can’t breathe
Sometimes I get so scared
That I can’t speak
Sometimes I get so worried
I can’t hear my heart beat
Anyway, anyway
I wanna tear out my heart
And give it away
To a person more deserving one day
And if all I see
Is the worst in everything
That’s all I’m gonna get
That’s all I’m gonna get
That’s all I’m gonna get
And if you think you are better than me
You’re right
There’s no one to love
There’s no one to trust
In my life
There’s no one to love
There’s no one to trust
In my life
There’s no one to love
There’s no one to trust
In my life
(Source: quote-a-lyric, via fantrashstic)
Time for shower. This is the longest week of my life. All Get Out, thank you for getting me through this.
It’s only Tuesday, I don’t know how much more of this I can take
Try to get dressed
And you put your shoes on
Let’s get to the car
Let’s make this right
The drive is short but it sure feels long
That’s just how it is when you’re leaving home
This isn’t the end of your life
It’s more like a pause and soon a start
Youll Back on your feet again in no time
But if you’re not with me, well the hell I’m just not fine
I tried convincing God to change you
We had it out, and he said, “No”
Said a choice is a choice, and he says you made it
He’ll help you along, but God why is nothing free?
You filled me up with hope, God, I used it
I used it all on you, can’t you see?
There comes a time when you choose for another
So I’m making this choice
Just for the three that we made too
(Source: threecheersfor2years)
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams Yeats-Cloth of Heaven
Common, The Dreamer/The Believer
The new Common album, The Dream/The Believer, is not just good, it is AWESOME.