wake up
tear at the seams
a dream

easy
sink to the floor
a door

opens to another morning
everyone has finished mourning
suffocate your dying wish
mutilate the walls you're left with

bail out
fall for the charm
disarm

fuck up
safe in your home
alone

you've already done your grieving
you've done nothing worth achieving
just this once you might succeed
just one bottle's all you need

and i swear it's not because of anybody
and i swear it's not because i'm scared
and i swear it's all because of me, i swear
just blame it all on me
it's not hard to believe

this was planned to the last letter
find someone who'll treat you better
these few words are all that's left
i can't give you more than this farewell

Someone's always coming around here, trailing some new kill
Says, "I've seen your picture on a hundred dollar bill"
What's a game of chance to you, to him is one of real skill

So glad to meet you
Angeles

Picking up the ticket shows there's money to be made
Go on, lose the gamble that's the history of the trade
Did you add up all the cards left to play to zero

And sign up with evil
Angeles?
Don't start me trying now
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
'Cause I'm all over it, Angeles

I can make you satisfied in everything you do
All your secret wishes could right now be coming true
And spend forever with my poison arms around you

No one's gonna fool around with us
No one's gonna fool around with us
So glad to meet you
Angeles

It's these substandard motels on the la-la-la-la-la
Corner of 4th and Fremont Street
Appealing only 'cause they're just that unappealing
Any practiced Catholic would cross themselves upon entering
The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe
Just a dash of formaldehyde
And a habit of decomposing
Right before your very la-la-la-la eyes

Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

Tonight's tenants range from a lawyer and a virgin
Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie
She's getting a job at the firm come Monday
The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney
Moonlighting aside, she really needs his money
A wonderful caricature of intimacy
Yeah, yeah

And not to mention the constable
And his proposition for that “virgin”
Yes, the one the lawyer met with
On "strictly business", as he said to the Mrs
Well, only hours before, after he had left
She was fixing her face in a compact
There was a terrible crash
There was a terrible crash
Between her and the badge
She spilled her purse and her bag
And held a purse of a different kind

Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

[Bridge]
There are no
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things
[Chorus]
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

[Cello Solo]

[Bridge]
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things
Raindrops on roses and the girls in white dresses
And the sleeping with the roaches and the taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things

Up on my side, where it is felt
I pack a little pistol on my pistol belt
I think it might be fear
Of the world and the way it makes you feel afraid

Under the skin, against the skull
They put a little chip so that they know it all
I think I might be scared
Of the world and the way it makes you feel afraid
And how it gets in the way

And now I want brimstone in my garden
I want roses set on fire
And I, well I want what’s best for me
And I, I think I know just what that means
Just what that means

Today I coo, today I caw
I have a pistol party and I kill ‘em all
I think I might be scared
Of the man and the men with their hands inside
And the women, oh, the women all they do is cry
And I, well I lose my mind

I lose my mind
I lose my mind
I lose my mind

And now I found brimstone in my garden
I found roses set on fire
And I found Jesus, what a liar
So I trade licks with Muddy Waters

And I, well I found what’s best for me
And now I see no tragedy
And I, well I found a burning rose
And now I won’t be packing little pistols
No, no, no more

Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave

But you, you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight

Must be strangely exciting
To watch the stoic squirm
Must be somewhat heartening
To watch shepherd meet shepherd
[Chorus]
But you, you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight

Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like
You have experienced love like mine before

But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight

I don't think you unworthy
But I need a moment to deliberate

this is a song about how much i love you
and how i am trying to stop
i'll write on how i only love you ironically
whether ít's true or not
now, i don't play guitar, but i play it ironically
that is the point of this song
i'm talking too much, i should probably start it now
sorry i'm taking so long

i love you like i love those dumb mainstream radio
talk shows with horrible views
they make me feel gross and ashamed so i pretend
i'm listening just for the news

i love you like i love reality tv
and loathe it right down to its core
entertainment at best is just knowing i'm smarter than
everyone on jersey shore

i love you like i love to listen to terrible
country songs when i'm alone
it makes me ironically happy to hear
all their sickly-sweet warbling tones

i love you like i love those awful kazoos
arcades always seem to have on sale
unironically ordered one off of the web
and then wait by my door for the mail

i love you like i love that dumb furry hat
that i saw while out shopping one day
it was awful and brown and it looked like a rat
don't know why they put it on display

i love you like i love to make crappy drawings
and post them and claim that they're art
it's more easy to fail than to try and exceed
and it's funnier for the most part

i love you like i love to write sappy love songs
that i know i'll never release
and i like to pretend that i'm sad when i wrote them
when really they put me at ease

i love you more than i have ever loved anything
that's the most ironic part
i can't seem to stop myself from feeling like this
unironically, you have my heart

i'll write you out of my mind
before this day is out
you can tell just by the way it's sung
just who this song's about

i will pull you up like seaweed
from the ocean in my head
or i would, if i was capable
of leaving all these thoughts unsaid

i'll waste a week or two
on making flowers from your words
misinterpreting on purpose
all the rumours i have heard

i will plant the seedlings nicely
in the dirt with all my hopes
we can rip them out and scatter them
and sever all their roots like ropes

i'll burn away my feelings
like unwanted calories
and i'll even build my coffin
throw my ashes to the breeze

i'll give back the stolen kisses
and the times our eyes have met
and if i know what's good for me
i will walk alone and i'll forget

yes i'll forget
there'll be no more bitter love songs
just a distant melody
i'll forget
yes i'll forget
and if that won't make me happy, maybe i will

there's no stars in your sky
all the airplanes pass you by
there's no telescopes in town
all your mirrors lie face down

it's empty now, there's nothing here
besides the words you're paid to hear
you've got the scent of what you lost
set fire to the paper planes and step off

there's no desert in your mind
all the citizens are so kind
there's a theater not too far
you could haunt it like a dying star

and you'll forget your meds now because
who here's gonna tell you that you can't step off

there's no memories
in the back of your car
there's no child
in the black of your heart
there's no ghost town
there's no one here to calm you down

just the lines in your palms
and the beast in your arms
and the beat of your blood
so relax and step off

step off!

note: this is really, really goofy. i like the song a lot but it's very cheesy and i'm a litle embarrassed by it but i think angsty melodramatic 16yo me would wanna show this off.

hello, darling
i'll be leaving
nice of you to play the game

it's useless trying to catch me red-handed
i'm the very thing that you demanded
you were there and then i owed you
til the day we both would die

look where we are now, dear
oh we've come so far
and you've dug yourself so deep
into my arms
but i won't be here for long
i won't catch you when you follow me to hell

i'll pay my debt when you make your final call
see how i scratch your name upon the wall
you were told that i would find you
then you went and chased me down

look where we are now, dear
you're so far from home
and you see i'm searching out
but you're not the only thing i see
it all comes down to me
i wanted you to see yourself fall down

scared of a man with a gun now, are we?
scared of a bullet's flight now, aren't we?
you weren't afraid of a king, no, not me
but we're not afraid of heights now, are we?

let's hold a race of mortality
the one that death takes first wins the key
i'll die the man who smiled so sweetly
you'll die the man who could never beat me

look where this got you, dear
it's the end, i fear
and you played along so well
but you don't realise
what a spider's eyes can see
if you looked, you would be so clever
but you're an ordinary angel's adversary
it's too easy, so easy to beat you

look what i've got here, waiting -
your friends, dear
but don't worry, they won't hear the guns go off
but you will, and you'll burn
it's time you ought to learn
or at least to finish the game you start
with the king of keys
good luck with my defeat
i've been dying just to watch you fall this far
oh, how you fall so far!

i met the world when it was ending
i waved goodbye and then i watched it fall apart
i met the sky when it was falling
it gave me deja vu and all of you and bones on a string

i know it's not the place
nor is it the time to say i love you
but i do, i do, i promise you
i know these are your hands
made of the ocean and the clouds and of the moon

i met the water at its bedside
it told me, "you are not alive"
and i agreed
i met a dream after a landslide
she told me, "so water is good at lying -
you know what is true"

i know it's not the life you had in mind
but it gets better than the scraps that we found
lying in the dirt, joking bout the words
that tried to kill us in our sleep
and all the lies we couldn't keep
safe to say i won't go away
because you're here and you're the truth

your eyes are water and red
my eyes are colder and dead
i'd trade my body in for roadkill if i didn't know you
your blood is gentle and slow
we've both got places to go
while we're alive and awake
and we're alive and awake

i met you when the world was ending
you gave me words that all collected in my lungs
and while the dust was steady falling
you stayed awake and breathed and lived
and that's the only thing i need

i know it's not the place
nor is it the time to say i love you
but i do, i do, i promise you
i know these are your hands
made of the ocean and the clouds and of the moon