Heals The Original Dryness

i cry so often so late. the glass has spilled...

i talked to jonathan. we're both feeling like crap. we need eachother so incredibly much. it's amazing. why do we live so far away from eachother then?

so much in my life never turns out the way i want it to. therefore the other person is fucked up. (hey, it's me. it doesn't have to make sense) this is one of the reasons neil be pissed off at me... there is so much communication i do on this page, why does he insist on beleiving that he can get all information via phone? his best friends are fucking pissed at him half the time... yet we can't let go of him... and then he goes and says these wonderful things that just.. dude... and make us vulnerable feel even smaller... damn him...

when we cant deal with our lives here and now, we should be exempt from having to think about others...

so i'll walk the plank and i'll jump with a smile
if i'm gonna go down
i'm gonna do it with style
and you won't see me surrender
you won't hear me confess
'cuz you've left me with nothing
but i've worked with less
and i learn every room long enough
to make it to the door
and then i hear it click shut behind me
and every key works differently
i forget every time
and the forgetting defines me
that's what defines me

when i say you sucked my brain out
the english translation
is i am in love with you
and it is no fun
but i don't use words like love
'cuz words like that don't matter
but don't look so offended
you know, you should be flattered
i wake up in the night
in some big hotel bed
my hands grope for the light
my hands grope for my head
the world is my oyster
the road is my home
and i know that i'm better
off alone