moderation is the key to the mundane

if i start on this, lord knows i couldn't stop
the poet in me wouldn't ever let me be happy
funny how poets usually starve
they can't make rent
'cuz words don't get you through anymore
making a living requires suit and tie these days
we killed our own creativity


i can't go for long on these legs i have
they'll carry this heart 'til they break
not gonna tear you down this time. no, i've got a better head
at least for this entry; the next one and you're dead.
money makes the world turn, kinda like that soap
but whatever happened to actions and phrases?


yours in misbehaving,

a freshman to this sophomore slump, a junior to a senior failure

i've got a god complex but no one to rule.
a good shot but lacking a place to aim
i can't even holster this enigmatic feeling
but i'm done with being nothing, let's start something
i've got lighter fluid if you've got the match.
so here we go, under the covers
starting with the clothes, we're tearing each other
down to the nuts and bolts of an operation much bigger than you or i
or even we
we've got so many things to get past, but i can't seem to adjust
you've got your sense of self, and i've got my lust
and not much else at this point



here's to hoping for more than what we're offered.xx

fortune, fame, and platnium records: every boys dream.

"and i've cast a spell over the midwest to make you think of me."

i guess i was never good at magic.
i'm in your head, i've made a mess, i'm the hole in your sweet tooth
do you remember the way i told you how i felt about you? neither do i.
it's not a question of who or if, or even a wonder why
it's my lack of smooth moves and self confidence.
so take it a notch below 'hatred', but stop before 'jealousy'
[ cue your car being one with a tree]
i paved the way for me, cause there aint nobody else.
and that's how i got this shirt saying 'i slept with me, and and now look at myself'


♥-cause you know what that means.

stickup [stuck on you]

how could you miss something you never had?
i was under the impression that you couldn't.
you learn something new everyday.
nobody loves the almost-heroes, the second-in commands
it's glory that rises above the slighted hands
shaky voices and unsure whispers
of "how could you do this to me?"
i told you what i wasn't, and what i was sorry for
and it's all i have left
stand in the rain cause it's a familiar feeling
of being outside of your window, wishing to come in
but let's get it together, if only for a second
he has a better chance and he doesn't even know it
or maybe he does.
carve a name into a tree, next to the will [k]nots and won't do's.
scars and cars, you've heard it all before
but i'm about to bring it to your front door.