Misread By The CD Player Of Society

When we go down/We're not catching fire, we're putting ourselves out/And we aren't goth/Just a little dark on the insides/The ones we keep so close inside

I see you watching me/Staring into my corner, staring like it's a freak show/But you can't disguise the hungry look in your eye/I'm just too uneven for you/Too low socially, too high mentally/No, I don't fear being along/I'm loved by someone who's too good for airhead society/And longs to be accepted and one of you/But I don't fear being alone

We don't listen to your music/We don't buy your favorite brands of clothes or philosophy/And we have the means, just not the inclination to make our greatest wishes come true/We're too lazy to rule the world

I see you watching me/Staring into my corner, staring like it's a freak show/But you can't disguise the hungry look in your eye/I'm just too uneven for you/Too low socially, too high mentally/No, I don't fear being along/I'm loved by someone who's too good for airhead society/And longs to be accepted and one of you/But I don't fear being alone

We love too hard to be on of you/Unlike you, we can only tolerate the truth/You're fed on lies and styrofoam/While we manage to get by on life

The Sharp Smell Of Magic

The smell of you on me makes my head swell
And the lights blink; magic
Oh, everyone deserves a friend like you
Or at the very best, an enemy
Because the Christmas lights hung from your head
Remind me that you're the last person to know me
For who I really am (or was before you)
Get up, stand up, drop up
Dancing on the wall, forgetting who is home
And the scent of your hair makes my head spin
You have know idea how much trouble I could be in
If I remember that I live in the smell of hairspray
And the sound of good girls, anti-you's
The ones that don't know how to party or how to forget
But the lights blink; magic
And out of all the hundreds of people currently interfering with my life
You're the only one I can see (or touch)
This has, gone on, far too long for me to hit restart
I can only love you from backstage
'Cause I keep the show running
While your reputation should be running me into the ground
Tonight, you keep me up with concrete pillars
Just being friends is too unfriendly, how about you come with me
And we can go love each other underneath the highway
And watch the river flow and the city lights glimmer
And fight off questions about where we've been
Everyone who writes poetry like mine
They deserve awards and a lover like you could be (if you kissed me)
Keep on driving me lazy, I'm too crazy
To pull myself out of the magic back to where I came from
Well, I'm offended you consider me your friend
Because I consider you my reason for living
And my life with reason
When all's said and done, you feel too good
And your hair smells too nice for me to call it a sin

Our Self-Made Tragedy

We try act happy over the snow you brought me
But I can tell from the fake smile on your face
It's only rain
So when we lock ourselves up in ice
We only have each other for warmth
And only each other to blame
But I keep my anger and frustration close in tight
Because it's all you won't steal from me
Come sleep, come sleep all day
I'll be running, far away
Nothing's as good as you (or as painful)
You look so blue
Freezing in your own rain
Shower us in your numbing pain
Come on, please let a cliche come between us
And block out the scent of the cold kerosene
The flammable substances wrapped in slush
The car hits, as the audience hushes
People stare, our life rushes
Rushing through the motions of this never-ending dream
Have we broken up again, I can never tell
Because if we have or if we haven't you keep nailing shut my coffin
But if you say it makes you happy
You're either a liar or a sadist
My diary lies unused
Because to stop myself from being a failure every day
I swallow the ink from my pen
You're my only regret and my biggest mistake
And all I need is someone
Who looks, acts and thinks nothing like you
The man with the shotgun killed the cat
And the world's best secret is that you cut out my heart
And keep it in a hat, hung up in your closet
You couldn't even hide it well, because the part of me that loves
Isn't what you value, or want to keep around
Take that

[part two]

I'm keeping quiet
Not even breathing
Let no one know I'm here
Angel, demon or woman
I don't know which I fear
Staring up at the lid of my coffin
Feeling the words you carved there, and the luscious dark wood
And the thick air
Hiding underground, where you put me
And where you'll leave me be
Sometime I'll just stop breathing
And I hope you choke on the cool night air
Let your conscience fasten itself around your neck
I'll gladly watch you sink and choke
If only to have the hurt laid bare