my life as a loser.: August 2010

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

four hundred twenty one.

Been going to the bar way too much. School is way too soon as well.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Saturday, August 28, 2010

four hundred sixteen.

Currently watching this...reliving childhood is always nice.

Friday, August 27, 2010

four hundred fifteen.

Alex Duke is the best dude and his graphics only make him cooler.

four hundred thirteen.

Haha reading my drunken mope session posts is funny and a little sad....

but don't let them fool you I'm one BAMF just like my boy here^ haha righttttttt

four hundred twelve.

Just to go along with the past posts...this sucks, summer is over.

four hundred eleven.

Damn you Dasboard for making me feel all stupid

Hope dangles on a string
Like slow spinning redemption
Winding in and winding out
The shine of it has caught my eye

And roped me in
So mesmerizing, so hypnotizing
I am captivated

[Chorus]
I am Vindicated
I am selfish
I am wrong
I am right
I swear I'm right
I swear I knew it all along

And I am flawed
But I am cleaning up so well
I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself

So clear
Like the diamond in your ring
Cut to mirror your intentions
Oversized and overwhelmed
The shine of which has caught my eye
And rendered me so isolated, so motivated
I am certain now that

[Chorus]
Damn you Dashboard for making me feel like a POS

So turn
Up the corners of your lips
Part them and feel my finger tips
Trace the moment, fall forever
Defense is paper thin
Just one touch and I'd be in
Too deep now to ever swim against the current
So let me slip away [3x]
So let me slip against the current
So let me slip away [4x]

[Chorus]

Slight hope
It dangles on a string
Like slow spinning redemption...

four hundred ten.

I'm missing your bed
I never sleep
Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak,
And this bottle of beast
Is taking me home

I'm cuddling close
To blankets and sheets
But you're not alone, and you're not discreet
Make sure I know who's taking you home.

I'm reading your note over again
There's not a word that I comprehend,
Except when you signed it
"I will love you always and forever."

Well As for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs
And sit alone and wonder
How you're making out
But as for me, I wish that I was anywhere with anyone
Making out.

I'm missing your laugh
How did it break?
And when did your eyes begin to look fake?
I hope you're as happy as you 're pretending.

I'm cuddling close
To blankets and sheets
I am alone
In my defeat I wish I knew you were safely at home

I'm missing your bed
I never sleep
Avoiding the spots where we'd have speak, and
This bottle of beast is taking me home.

Your hair, it's everywhere.
Screaming infidelities
And taking its wear.