Funderwall

i need a nickname

scaredy-pantz

im afraid of what i might drunkenly text you on halloween

What a way to start the mourning, coffee and a cigarette for brunch. We miss our time to cry and tear away our yesterday. And our silent screams drive away the memories of that ex girlfriend and how shes sleeping with her new fiance. Smokes and a shot of something hard for the entre, im guessing whiskey because of where you claim to hail from and i taste it on your lips. We have ourselves a walk and search for places to park our second pack of camel filters. Just watch the smoke drift away and curse the start of the new year. The dawn of this new age sun sets with our generation of haves and have-nots. daddy's cash, his trophy wife, and the quarterback son that got away with murder when he made your 1 in 10 boy eat a bullet. You try to hold your daughter while she tears at her wrists because they say shes not pretty, but the tears mix like salt in her wounds and make her skin so sticky. Too bad what goes around won't come around on this one-way street to our asylum six feet under.

I really do like that girl

I am the boy you used to tease, and now i'm rolling up my sleeves. and tell me please, what makes you better than me? We both make grave mistakes that we tried to live with, we've done things we regret and can't forget. you try to stand tall on your throne and preach to the choir, but i can see you falling in a while. Who will catch you when you drop? I try to speak and forgive you but im wary of your claws, you bark and bite and want to fight all the fucking time and i'm sick of your shit. So up go my sleeves and down go my fists, i'll knock you over like the cheap trick you are.

Butterscotch

It was something that was said, that we never did, you sung my song with a tall order for the shortest attention span