Davy Jones

Davy Jones and I,
can trade an eye and eye.
Hearts so heavy with our hurt,
But not enough to die.

Myself and Davy Jones
Could trade off pitieious moans.
Hearts we cut out've our chest,
Leaving nothing but rib bones.

Davy Jones and me,
we're destined for the sea.
Hearts we kept in sandy chests,
Yet somehow we'll still be.

My dearest Davy Jones,
Your locket's silver tones...
Hearts that're kept with lock and key
while we two sail alone.

Refridgerator God

Since He'll Never Read This Page

I miss you so much. It's been only 3 days but I don't know when I lost you...it was so soon and yet so far. I can't make a heartfelt plea, I can't make my words eloquent enough, I can't find any feesable way to tell you about the heavy way my chest sinks down and each breath just lags. My only escape is sleep, and when I wake up I'm happy for a moment until I remember that we haven't spoken. I'm thinking about your moving, and how I'm dying to text you and my eyes are immediately filled with tears. God, I miss you so much. I miss everything and nothing and the way things were. Is she really so much better than me? Did you just fall for her more strongly or was I already on my way out? Everything I'm writing is about you.Call it a pipe dream or a little girls heart, but I love you. You told me you weren't sure for me, but I was for you. I love you . I love you. I can't tell you how
sure I am but this is something I know. I love you and I miss everything you were. Come back. Miss me...

So Many Lyrics

I will never understand you, when will I stop trying? I mean...
I would never wish bad things, but I don't wish you well. Could you tell?
I'm under your spell, like a girl in a trance
but I know darn well, that I don't stand a chance.
I know it's not right but it seems unfair,
the things that are reminding me if you.
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend,
even if only for one weekend...
When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight, it ends tonight.
Just a little insight, to make things right
Now oh so easily you're over me
Gone is love, it's me that's supposed to be
Moving on you're not adorable
I want something unignorable!

Hangover

Today, I'm going to be a stereotype in mourning.
I'll cry untill my eyes swell shut.
I won't eat, despite a gnawing hunger.
A self imposed fast as punishment
for words that have forced their way out
like verbal vomit, spewing without end.
Ceaselessly telling the truth.