----So last night when i was having a werd dream, some lyrics popped into my head. Which i know sounds kind of cliche' and silly, but i promise it actually happened. This morning i made a song out of them. I'll put the link to my youtube at the bottom so you can hear it.
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I'm at the I Don't Know junction by The Be Good avenue and i'm ( Read more... )

We could make a fortune bottling ourselves ( Read more... )

Be warned: possibly offensive? Not to me, but you never know ( Read more... )

I’m fairly certain that she’s 100% sure she doesn’t know just exactly what she’s talking about. And I’m completely positive that she is almost definitely probably full of doubt. And I can tell you right now that I know for a fact her breath is most likely bated, probably thinking about how she waited, feeling a tad sedated ( Read more... )

I meant every word of it, you know.

Even on the day I met you, I knew it was true. Some people think it’s cliche, but I don’t mind. I don’t really mind much of anything you do. It could never let me down. You could never disappoint me. When you looked at me, I saw a fire in your eyes. It wasn’t a little flame... It felt fierce. You felt fierce. And ( Read more... )

And its funny, i felt so confident ( Read more... )

I guess sometimes when order doesn't seen to be working out the best, its the things in disorder that we find comfort with. Like stream of conscious writings in place of short tempered words with matching tails. So thats what it is, when my head can’t think straight at 1:46 am with a song looped in my head ( Read more... )

Everything in life is meters on a highway, byways with exits and rest stops and ends. Construction zones traffic cones, twists and bends. And there's Volvos and Station Wagons takin' their time, with engines at their hearts and hills to climb ( Read more... )

____________She's got a million little heartaches in the pockets of her jeans, and they're ripping at the seams for the key around her neck. _____She's got a million little eyes in the footnotes of her book, all stirred up and shook, waiting for a look ( Read more... )

Braille on my fingers, abacus between my toes ( Read more... )