Dreams are all I have when reality is my worst nightmare.
You promised me she meant nothing,
But as those words passed your lips I knew you were thinking of me.
Such a beautiful liar.
And when you tell her the truth,
I'm sure you just
We are ready for everything.
And we'll graduate that middle class,
Get a nicer car full of shopping bags.
So if you're feeling sad kind of detached,
Remember we wanted that.
Just remember we wanted that.
Yeah I sold some shit I'm saving up,
We can get that house next to he park,
With the extra hours I picked up.
We will pay for everything.
--- Man and Wife, The Latter (Financial Planning) Desaparecidos
I'm not brave or proud of nothing,
I just want to kill something.
Too bad that now-a-days you just point and click Swing Low Satellite,
Hot White Chariot.
In the computer's blue glare,
The bombs burst in the air,
There was a city once now nothing is there.
Our freedom comes at their expense.
It makes sense, does it? Dollars and cents.
They're stretching barbed wire across the picket fence,
That is surrounding your housing development
Just in case you lack the confidence.
Oh God, my God, give strength to thee.
These amber waves purple majesty,
Are nothing but backdrops for Disney.
We'll look up close,
It is superimposed on a blank blue screen.
It is fantasy fucking magical.
The dreams floats like a chemical,
Through each snapped synapse our television past that is beautiful no more, no more.
--- The Happiest Place on Earth Desaparecidos
-A/N: So i'm in love with the desaparecidos right now. they're so screw society, and as a overpriveleged middle class brat, it is exactly the shitt i want to listen to.
I refuse to answer the phone.
I'm afraid that when I start talking,
My words will get the better of me.
We'll get back together,
And you'll make the worst of me.
And as I'm thinking no I can hear my mouth saying yes.
Yes, I'll be
anything for you because I'm nothing without you.
I don't ever want to dance again,
Guilty feet have got no rhthym.
Though it's easier to pretend,
I know you're not a fool.
---Careless Whisper Wham!
And as I'm warming your bed I'm wondering why I feel so cold inside.
525,600 moments so dear.
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets,
In midnights, in cups of coffee?
In inches, in miles,
In laughter, in strife?
How about love?
I could tell you that you mean nothing to me,
But that would just prolong the bull shit that got us here.
Perpetuate the stereotype that love is just a synonym for angst,
no one can make it out alive.
I wonder if you ever think about me.
Joke about me to your friends;
Write me off as just another girl.
And when it comes down to it,
When the cameras stop flashing,
And you realize no one gives a damn;
Do you breakdown and realize,
That I was the best mistake you never made?
this be icon credit, youngins :))
-A/N: eh. so-so. no one's jumping up and down, partly because no one's reading this, but hey, let's not get hung up on semantics.
|And there's not a word I could write,|
A poem I could compose,
A song I could sing to say what I'm feeling.
And I can only pray that my eyes are as amazing as yours,
And you can see how far down your absence has brought me.
And how I'd do anything to climb back to the top.
I'd like to take a picture of this;
So everyone can see that my feet really were off the ground.
And those fireworks I saw were real.
That you and I; we really
Maybe I'll tangle in the power lines
And it might be over in a second's time
But I'll glady go down in a flame
If the flame's what it takes to remember my name
---Bigger Than My Body John Mayer
I just need a little of your time.
A little of your time,
To say the words I never said.
Just need a little of your time.
A little of your time,
To show you that I am not dead.
Please don’t leave, stay in bed.
Touch my body instead.
---Little of Your Time Maroon 5
|If I was a color, I'd be blue.|
And I know this may sound cliche, but see, it's gets better.
'Cause I wouldn't be just any type of blue;
I'd be the blue of the sky,
The blue of an angry sea,
The blue of my favorite pair of jeans;
I'd be the blue of your eyes, so them maybe,
Just maybe, you'd see why I can't stop gazing into them.
I'm sorry you had to take me so seriously.
You take me too seriously.
All we have left to do now is lay in our beds by ourselves every night, whoa.
When we were laid right by the beach,
The sand on our skin.
The hair in your face.
The salt on our lips,
When we kissed.
And now I can't forget all of the little things we said with confidence.
-The Best Part About it Honey Daphne Loves Derby