more toasts
Mostly yanked from Blue October lyrics. I highly recommend the rest of you doing this with your own favorite band/artist. It's FUN! idea yanked from Blue October cult board
To tossing hearts with a black lace chain.
To holding the special victim when they push you away.
To white kitchen walls with 1000 windows and Winston in the den...breakfast after 10.
And this one is perfect for those times when you're bitter & drinking alone...oh wait. Is that just me?
To you sleeping alone at home and wishing I were in our bed.
And if you're bitter: To being sorry for the way I treated you and being stuck in my ways to just run in the opposite way when things get comfortable.
These make me haaaaaaaaapy, note the excessive A's. This is like deliriously happy, but not quite:
To a quiet mind.
To feeling that brilliant afterglow.
To realizing that the make-up is for a clown.
To kicking the daydream and being independently happy.
To quiting the dope quest.
To a bee sting right through the arm & the high swirl I ride upon.
To still smelling my perfume in the bed.
To making her him know how it feels to miss you.
To learning a lot from all these break ups and make ups and fuck ups and fake ups.
To not being strong & not being brave. To never staying if you're not treated the right way.
To not being harmed in this drawn out game.
To the innocence we look for in the stars.
To asking permission for the wrong to win.
To hiding the rule book, throwing it in the waste...looking strong like you belong, cos you do belong. Whether right or wrong, you belong.
To waking up strong.
To being really clean, if you know what I mean.
To giving hope to someone dear.
To the people I hang around with, the ones who I'm gonna call when I feel like ending it all.
To my prerogative.
To being paranoid & self-destroyed. Believe me lord, I'm sorry.
To being fourteen million miles away from sane.
To hiding in the back & being unseen. And un-scene.
To going to sleep and waking up with amnesia.
To laughing with a broken face.
To reaching for the girl & holding her close.
To feeling tall, small, sick of it all.
To not being a damsel in distress. Put me down, punk.
To the day by day collisions called the art of growing up.
To dancing with devils.
To failing religion. To spitting wine from mouth to cup.
To not being that innocent.
To being the jerk with the heartache.
ahhh, I could go on all day.
Cheers!
To tossing hearts with a black lace chain.
To holding the special victim when they push you away.
To white kitchen walls with 1000 windows and Winston in the den...breakfast after 10.
And this one is perfect for those times when you're bitter & drinking alone...oh wait. Is that just me?
To you sleeping alone at home and wishing I were in our bed.
And if you're bitter: To being sorry for the way I treated you and being stuck in my ways to just run in the opposite way when things get comfortable.
These make me haaaaaaaaapy, note the excessive A's. This is like deliriously happy, but not quite:
To a quiet mind.
To feeling that brilliant afterglow.
To realizing that the make-up is for a clown.
To kicking the daydream and being independently happy.
To quiting the dope quest.
To a bee sting right through the arm & the high swirl I ride upon.
To still smelling my perfume in the bed.
To making her him know how it feels to miss you.
To learning a lot from all these break ups and make ups and fuck ups and fake ups.
To not being strong & not being brave. To never staying if you're not treated the right way.
To not being harmed in this drawn out game.
To the innocence we look for in the stars.
To asking permission for the wrong to win.
To hiding the rule book, throwing it in the waste...looking strong like you belong, cos you do belong. Whether right or wrong, you belong.
To waking up strong.
To being really clean, if you know what I mean.
To giving hope to someone dear.
To the people I hang around with, the ones who I'm gonna call when I feel like ending it all.
To my prerogative.
To being paranoid & self-destroyed. Believe me lord, I'm sorry.
To being fourteen million miles away from sane.
To hiding in the back & being unseen. And un-scene.
To going to sleep and waking up with amnesia.
To laughing with a broken face.
To reaching for the girl & holding her close.
To feeling tall, small, sick of it all.
To not being a damsel in distress. Put me down, punk.
To the day by day collisions called the art of growing up.
To dancing with devils.
To failing religion. To spitting wine from mouth to cup.
To not being that innocent.
To being the jerk with the heartache.
ahhh, I could go on all day.
Cheers!