Shit nothing to say except…..

 

Damn
it all
to hell.

…Oh and fuck you too

 

 

 

Yes, your boy in a tux.  This is for Shelby.

I love you.

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Also, side note, new writings, possibly new lyrics.  Check it out.

I killed it
The day I walked in
The day I met her
Fluttered kisses in elevators
Not…sure….if we’d make it to the bedroom.
But we did –

– and I killed it.

6 days later, I’m a father.
6 weeks later, and I’m not.
6 months later, I’m alone again.

All because I killed it.

Living a life full of regret
The regret in a life never met.

3 years later, she’s dead.
The only thing the note read was –

– I killed it.

Even though I’m not a perfect person
(and by far I’m not), and I’ve lost interest
in so many things that were once important
to not only me, but to my family and friends as well;
Even though I’ve been through the bad times
the darkest hours in my life
the times where nobody but myself
could pull me out of
Even though I’ve walked through the fires
of Hell and back just to prove that
I’m not another statistic that in my opinion
can be cast into the fires
Even though I’ve been arrested twice
done drugs, burnt down a house,
broken hearts, destroyed friendships,
dissappointed my parents, dropped out of highschool,
quit boy scouts, stopped playing my french horn,
wrecked a car, broke another one, fought my best friend
only to make up with him two periods later…

…let myself down so many times that I’m so humble
to the ground that ants look down on me…

I still believe that I’m somebody worth somebody’s time.
I still believe that I’m nothing without God on my side.
I still believe that beauty is not just the rose, but the thorns.
I still believe that you don’t learn from shame until it’s been worn.
I still believe that true friends forgive and forget.
I still believe that success comes hand in hand with regret.
I still believe that hearts no nothing of love until they tear
I still believe that she is out there somewhere.
Do you believe you still know who you are?

I told a man that I was a skilled hitman for hire,
and he didn’t believe me,
so I shot him in the face with birdshot.

Pro Bono is a bitch.

New writings….enjoy.

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The flesh
it tears
it falls apart
The world
no cares
we fall apart
Yet bare no marks.
Where is this sacred lily?

Forgive us Father,
we know not what we do to ourselves.
Forgive us Father,
We once were lost.
Forgive us Father,
but now our hands are tied to blind men.
Forgive us Father,
Absolve us of our…

We do every unspeakable wrong
In Your name
Lie, steal, stab
the sunlight in its chest
Now the entire planet
has grown dark with your regrets.

This is a funeral!
black shirts, white ties.
This is a funeral!
Pallbearers: Greed. Lies.

     Oh God! We know not what we’re doing!

This is a funeral…

…for ourselves!

Fuck, I sprayed Windex in my eye!

 

Ouch…