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Devious Journal Entry

Fri Jun 26, 2009, 10:35 AM
  • Mood: Tired
Standing on a bus stop
Feeling your head pop
Out in the night
In the kind of night
Where you want to be out
On the street, on the street
Crawling up the walls
Like a cat in heat

And the air is thin
And it blows through your skin
And you feel like something
Is about to begin
But you don't know what
And you don't know when
So you tear at your hair
And you scratch at your skin

You wanna run away, run away
Just get on the fucking train and leave today
And it doesn't matter where you spend the night
You just might end up somewhere in a fight, in a fight
Or calling your room on a concrete shelf
Fighting all alone, with yourself, with yourself
And you just wanna feel like a coin that's been tossed
In a wishing well, a wishing well
A wishing well, a wishing well
Well you're tossed in the air
And you fell and you fell
Through the dark blue waters
Where you cast your spell
Like you were just a wish that could turn out well

So you stand on the corner
Where the angels sit
And you think to yourself,
"This is it, this is it
This is all that I have
All I can stand
Is this air in my lungs
And this coin in my hand"
That you tossed in the air
And I fell, and I fell
All the way to the bottom
Of the well, of the well

Like those soft little secrets
That you tell, that you tell
To yourself, when you think
No one's listening to, well
And the walls spin
And you're paper-thin
From the haze of the smoke
And the mescaline
The threat of your brow
Under unmade sheets
In your ear with the noise
From the darkest streets

We ran far and wide
You screamed, you cried
You thought suicide was an alibi
But you were always a mess
You were always aloof
Yeah, it's awful, I guess
But it's the awful truth

It was truth from the first
To the last words that she read
And she emerged from the dark
Like a ghost in my head
She said, "I haven't forgot
Any words that you said
I just stare at the clocks
And I cry in my sleep
And I tear up your letters
And I burn them in heaps
And I gather the ashes
In that hole in the ground
Where we fell"

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Fri Jun 19, 2009, 8:32 AM
  • Mood: Tired
kind of hard
hard to see
when you crawl
on your hands and your knees
with your face
in the trough
wait your turn
while they finish you off
don’t know when it started
don’t know how
should have found out
should have happened by now
got these lines
on my face
after all this time
and i still haven’t found my place

i jump from every rooftop
so high so far to fall
i feel a million miles away
i don’t feel any thing at all

i wake up
on the floor
start it up again
like it matters anymore
i don’t know
if it does
is this really all
that there ever was?
put the gun
in my mouth
close your eyes
blow my fucking brains out
pretty patterns
on the floor
that’s enough for you
but i still need more

i jump from every rooftop
so high so far to fall
i feel a million miles away
i don’t feel any thing at all

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Devious Journal Entry

Fri Mar 27, 2009, 5:44 PM
  • Mood: Tired
I freaking heart his voice...hard.

I've been roamin around always lookin down
and all I see
painted faces fill the places I can't reach
you know that I could use somebody
you know that I could use somebody

someone like you and all you know and how you speak
countless lovers undercover of the street
you know that I could use somebody
you know that I could use somebody

someone like you

all through the night while you're livin up I'm off to sleep
waging wars to shape the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice

someone like me
someone like me
someone like me somebody

(I'm ready now I'm ready now I'm ready now)

someone like you somebody
someone like you somebody
someone like you somebody

I've been roamin around always lookin down and all I see...

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Devious Journal Entry

Wed Mar 11, 2009, 10:16 PM
  • Mood: Tired
I'm accustomed to a smooth ride
Or maybe I'm a dog who's lost its bite
I don't expect to be treated like a fool no more
I don't expect to sleep through the night
Some people say a lie's a lie's a lie
But I say why
Why deny the obvious child?
Why deny the obvious child?

And in remembering a road sign
I am remembering a girl when I was young
And we said
These songs are true
These days are ours
These tears are free
And hey
The cross is in the ballpark
The cross is in the ballpark

We had a lot of fun
We had a lot of money
We had a little son and we thought we'd call him Sonny
Sonny gets married and moves away
Sonny has a baby and bills to pay
Sonny gets sunnier
Day by day by day by day

I've been waking up at sunrise
I've been following the light across my room
I watch the night receive the room of my day
Some people say the sky is just the sky
But I say
Why deny the obvious child?
Why deny the obvious child?

Sonny sits by his window and thinks to himself
How it's strange that some rooms are like cages
Sonny's yearbook from high school
Is down from the shelf
And he idly thumbs through the pages
Some have died
Some have fled from themselves
Or struggled from here to get there
Sonny wanders beyond his interior walls
Runs his hand through his thinning brown hair

Well I'm accustomed to a smoother ride
Maybe I'm a dog that's lost his bite
I don't expect to be treated like a fool no more
I don't expect to sleep the night
Some people say a lie is just a lie
But I say the cross is in the ballpark
Why deny the obvious child?

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Devious Journal Entry

Sun Dec 7, 2008, 9:03 PM
  • Mood: Tired
Two hearts fading, like a flower.
And all this waiting, for the power.
For some answer, to this fire.
Sinking slowly. The water's higher.
Desire

With no secrets. No obsession.
This time I'm speeding with no direction.
Without a reason. What is this fire?
Burning slowly. My one and only.
Desire

You know me. You know my way in.
You just can't show me, but God I'm praying,
That you'll find me, and that you'll see me,
You're running and never tire.
Desire

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