running at the tan lines with the old clothes and bottle caps and better days in mind, behind the wayside it rules the destroyed afternoon with photographs and opportune maps and meanings, quarantining, can't you see i'm bent and bleeding? i may be sentimental, but i pay attention. "you're inconsequential," cognitive obsession. running after tan lines that burn your outsides, destroy your enzymes it's only insides, my only insides it hurts, it hurts, it hurts what's worse: is it earned? keep ruling to destroy keep ruling to destroy (and say goodbye to all of my lonely friends) imagine meaning between men and mogul the bickering between your better half but i never serve what i never need and if i give apathy I'll get what i deserve so let me decide what is left and what is wrong biting on your crumbs of deception and i'll be done. if nobody cared, wouldn't we know it by now? empathy: a casualty of time and try to forget everyone except you. disregard what i say. i say, "hi"

(song) ooh, i love you. i love you, but get some rest (rest) ooh, i love you. i love you, but get some rest (rest) i can't understand the words that you tell me you whisper in my ear always so intently, but it's never enough to hear. so i (i) i say, i see right through you you're really just a really just attitude yeah, you've got a really just, an irreligious, and irregular attitude is there something more that me and you can do when we're both twenty-two and our brains turn to goo? from every video game that play is the same the main character and protagonist are deranged

everyone is scared of me and everyone pretends to understand everyone is scared finding out my opinion if you take me i'll find if you take my left hand everyone's looking at me now, i'll mess up everyone's waiting to see if i fall down everyone's looking at me now, i'll mess up feeling kind of claustrophobic right now "i'm choking," it was a joke. i'm joking. it was a joke. don't you understand, i was being funny, it was--i was trying to be funny. it was supposed to be funny

i wish i were my age in 2001, when the icing on my cake was done would you come over to my place or check out my MySpace? and if i were my age in 2001, prior to spatial obsession seems so much more likely that i'd have a psyche going online without my parent's permission is always a mission, avoiding supervision i'm tired of DSL connection--dial-up makes my fears pile up i've got 256 megabytes, but somehow i still just can't sleep tonight now something unifying like the towers becomes a political joke after hours i wish i were my age in 2001, when the icing on my cake was done would you come over to my place or check out my MySpace? and if i were my age in 2001, prior to spatial obsession, it seems so much more likely that i'd have a psyche sit, wait for some kind of growth spurt (held back by my dry fit nike shirt) and the collar is tight, tight around my throat as i try to stay afloat but i don't know what that means cause it feels like i'm stuck in the pages and the seams no convenient luck and i'm feeling nostalgia for something that i've never seen. i'm tired of growing out my hair and deciding what to wear with applied anxiety, cry over society using consonants that i tried to label abstinence and obstacles i don't what i've been told i know how lying unfolds every time i forget my preference to leave behind the present tense i only ever lose myself, i only ever lose myself.