Crywank piosenki

In my notebook I find a line about insalubrious past times a word I've never said before in my life Can I define myself with words I fail to use? Surely there's more that I can convey if I choose to use the works I actually say Thoughtless people perf...

Waiting for someone to tolerate me. Hanging around because I can't leave this cat behind. In nine lives if I haven't found something to hold on to, why worry? Nobody I care for will be around. The only emotion that I can convey when I contemplate my life,...

You can call me a coward and you'd be correct oh my neck is safely off the line now I'm keeping my mouth shut until this is over Why bother speaking my mind? You can call me a liar and that would be true though I do disagree, I don't challenge you I am d...

Sometimes I'm the moralist Sometimes I'm the apologist Sometimes I just can't resist Egg on my face. Egg on my face Is this here what I believe Or how I want to be perceived My politics may seem naive because they're better than me and so I t...

The choice between attack or to apologize I find contrived white lies so no more anger will arise This harmony isn't mutual but maybe I am condescending allowing qualms that cause alarm to all remain unmentioned I try and calm you down I just coax you...

If they can make money from from violence Then there will always be war And if they can make money from disease Then they’ll never find a cure If they can profit from pain Then they will fuck with our brains At this point now I think only a god cou...

Like a flip flop feminists relationship with Barbie Hardly the unsung perfectionist, perhaps white supremacist or Is this over analysis of plastic? a fanatic franticly forge five thousand words on the relevance a d development of marketing to girls a...

Throwing caution to the CPU fan, I gave you the wardrobe you asked for. Wide eyed you mortified me, devistatingly perfect a beating of sorts. If I become nostalgia, you'll always love me more. It snowed today, triple layers and mittens, three inches on...

Eat Hors'dourves with my boy Frankie Make up genres with Louise Dream of jobs as music journos rewrite their new press release act like heroes of the scene you still booked Anti-nowhere league Old men write songs bashing queers they'll still get...

Baby wrote a song but baby brought no bread Baby needs drugs, baby got to be fed Baby cry now. baby stays in bed Baby don't talk back, soft baby head Baby self-absorbed, it's a guilt trip to know me. Baby thinks most think baby is a joke crybaby as the...

Just like the way your brain edits out the dark parts when you blink, I smoke all day to soften the hard parts of when I think. 

The blood, it will not dry Oh the blood it will not dry So instead we are trained to just roll our eyes This is not a call for guilt This is just a request for respect The blood may not be on our hands But we sleep in their beds Oh we sleep in t...

I get thrown out of bed to the statement that i stink. A reliable sentament. A testament to the way I think. I don't wanna leave the house. I don't wanna make new friends. I don't have ambition, just a means to an end. I don't want you to critisize m...

Indoctrinated into a tribe of the musically unkind, where the pretense of a scene can overrule a fragile mind until a boxticking system closes doors to outside. I mean you’ll look pretty cool but a part of you will die, and when I say you look cool I m...

The focus must be on the opposition of sides rather than the discontent that has us unified manufacturing consent manufacturing dissent a subculture will do me fine gift-wrap the enemies for us to fight 

Dwell on what's said So much that could be misread What's implied by the well-wisher who says it's all in your head? Am I a failure or am I presumptuous? We fail in response to assumptions. 

Bored Distract myself with what is given Corpse All my ideas stay unwritten I can try harder, I can better, I can do more but I know I won’t And I know apathy, and I know acceptance and a lack of motivation is what they want. I can have beliefs an...

Stacked up to my height Turn and see you cry Crumpled down to my size Broken by your father's vice Those years you don't remember I spent crumpling leather In the seat next to where you drive Where you gave your best advice Your favourite song line h...

Hand and knees Scrubbing dirt off the men's room floor The automatic urinal flush comes on And I get sprayed in the face New thoughtful ways to degrade Wheezing and eyes glazed I bunk off in a fog of human residue To write poetry about how much I hate...

My body is a temple built by followers who think their god is a joke A shrine to poor design Planned obsolescence as a punchline