October 18, 2010
Blood Runs Dry

I don’t know if I should forgive myself

Or if I should be forgivin you

I don’t know if I should forgive myself

Or if I should be forgivin you

I am such a fucking asshole

I am just a bleeding man

I am such a fucking asshole

I am just a bleeding man

Smoke all night and drank all my wine

Wish that all these women could be mine

Smoke all night and I drank my wine

None of these women would be mine

I smoked my stuff and drank all my wine

Wish that all these women could be mine

Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine

Wish that you could still be mine

I don’t know how I fucked it up

But I wish I could have done more to

I don’t know how I fucked it up

But I wish I could have done more to

I remember when youd just squirm and squeal

Just when you heard me comin near

I remember when youd squirm and squeal

Just when you heard my comin near

Then the blood’d run hot all over your thighs

No I guess that the bloods run by

Then the blood’d run hot all over your thighs

No I guess that the bloods run dry

October 3, 2010
Forgiven

You are forgiven, but I can’t even forgive myself

August 11, 2010
All In My Head

You’re my baby

I know you hate me

Its all in my head

from the floor to my bed

Its all in my head

I havent seen you in days

the memories mix with this summer haze

did we or didn’t I?

Is it hello or goodbye?

in the end its bitch bitch bitch

must have been a fucking g-g-g-g-litch

3 months with none

at least i’ve the trigger of my gun

It was all in my head

from the floor to your bed

It was all in my head

August 11, 2010
What the Hell am I Doing?

My, My, My friends

they bore me

All My, my, my friends

adore me

Love to scoff and scorn me

I just wish the could see it my way

I have 3 things 

i do all the time

I smoke and I drink

I smoke and I drink

I smoke and I drink

Then try for a girl

Then i end it all with a hurl

so what the hell am i doing

what am i doing

what the hell am i doing

I find my, my, myself

a bit lonely

turns out you’re not

my, my, my one and only

but its not like i asked

for you to go straight

i left it up for debate

and all you do is

you play and you tease

you play and you tease

you play and you tease

but its all a lie

one made up in my head

so what the hell am i doing

what am i doing

what the hell am i doing

August 11, 2010
Welcome Welcome

Welcome Welcome

to this den of sin

let me commence the show

so the fun can begin 

I’ll be your MC for the evening

i hope you’re all ready for some pleasing

I hope you’ll allow me this smoke

perhaps i can suck down this drink fast enough?

Fuck this

i’d be happier at the bottom

underneath your feet.

August 9, 2010
Fucking Fame

so im young dumb and stupid

i only think about myself

im to proud you say?

i like to think i only am self help.

but then you came around

saying it is on thing

but not getting attached is

its an illusion of my own grandeur.

am i just fucking myself?

i haven’t seen you in months

but what am i to do

you do you own thing

and i do mine

its just not what i expected

not what i expected.

its not what i expected

so tell me, tell me, tell me

what was i supposed to do?

sit and enjoy it

seeing you waltzing around

and to end it all

i get a simple message that says

I fucked fame.

its just not what i expected

not what i expected.

its not what i expected

August 9, 2010
1 to 5

I’ve got 1 in the chamber

with 5 to remember

how could i stop

this roller-coaster im on?

And is it so wrong if i think that

geting f-f-f-f-fucked up is right?

and when you say to me

are you ok? i want you to be ok.

i say it right back to you, but different.

I say

your my enigma

a mystery without a clue

a problem without a solution

a burden without a rest

Sure i Drink to much

sure i smoke to many

sure i wish it were different

sure i wish i hadnt done it

but, ha

you only live once

what a crock of shit!

i shouldnt have listened

i shouldnt have been so willing

but then again

your my enigma

a mystery without a clue

a problem without a solution

a burden without a rest

August 4, 2010
Close to the Knife

Your so close to the edge

Keep your eyes on the ground

one false move and you’ll take more than a spill

Your sharper than you look

with your long legs and half cocked smile

Your sharper than the knife

i seem to keep in my chest

you play it close to the chest

with your little black dress

how was i supposed to know

you used your stilettos for more than walking

and i said oh well

and you said

Dear Fuckface

Go away

July 7, 2010
Been down so god damn long, it looks like up to me

I suppose that this is my drift into realism.  Everyone likes to think of themselves as not being naïve and being totally realistic about life, but it is shitty to look at life like that.  I fucking hate envisioning what my life will be like in ten years.  If it goes as planned I’ll be 29, have a business degree, and have a shitty 9 to 5 job.  If I follow in my father’s footsteps, I will also have a one year old son.  Fuck.  I need a bender.

July 6, 2010
Ain’t Nothin But a G thang, Baby

                Swine.  Fucking bottom of the pit.  Scum.  Vile Filth.  What am I doing?  Music nowadays is absolute shit.  Now anyone with a computer and a mic can produce the worst things you’ve ever heard.  It is an atrocity against people that actually go to school to get a degree in music. 

                My shit.  My shit is terrible.  I can’t stand to listen to a single beat of it.  I take other peoples music and make it my own.  I hate the fact that I can’t write my own music.  I can’t even listen to my own voice on recordings.  I fucking hate myself for it.  Self expression is over rated.  I won’t be doing this bullshit in ten years.  I’m just using it to hold on to a dream that maybe, just maybe I may make it in music.  It won’t ever come true, but I haven’t gone to my back up plan of drinking and smoking myself into an early grave so I’ll go with my pipe dreams for now.