all the words in my mouth, that the scene deemed unworthy of letting out, banded together to form a makeshift militia, and burrowed bloodily through my tongue and my teeth. i stood proud in the galleryith my open socket of a mouth for them to see. yhey all just laughed and said, “that boy, he, that boy’s got woe. he lives with woe.” and this girl who i met, whose pride makes her hard to forget, he took pity on me horizontally, but most likely because of my band. it’s all i can get when i’m lonely, and these visions of death seem to own me in the quiet of the classrooms, all across the stacked united states of woe. we live with woe. she said, “i can’t get laid in this town without these pointy fucking shoes. my feet are so black and blue, and so are you.” please take me out of my body, up through the palm trees to smell California in sweet hypocrisy. floating my senses surround my body. i wake my nose to smell that ocean burn. so now i’m forging ahead, past all the plutocrats who sold me out. go sob in your bed. if life is twice as pretty once your dead, then send me a card. i’m still the optimist though it is hard when all you want to be is in a dream.
When “You’re” Around (acoustic) - Motion City Soundtrack
But all I could do was close my eyes, and cross my arms, and hope to die. ‘Cause you don’t fucking listen when I’m around. The least you could do is take it back, all the vicious remarks and verbal attacks. ‘Cause I can’t fucking stand it when you’re around.