i've got a way with words (you only got away)

right now i really can't word these emotions
usually, my mind and my fingers go hand in hand
but right now its kinda like hand to hand
try not to get too close to the tip of my tongue sweetheart
my insides are like outerspace, my organs are different planets
i just wanna swallow so you can fill the spaces inbetween
right now i'm the biggest contradiction
the crashing ambulance, the backseat driver
i'm probably the most successful failure ever
i'm a sequence of awkward moments and suggestive sexual themes
i swear to god i'd fit in the 70s porn industry
i think my heart beats to the cheesy basslines
everything about me is yet to be discovered
be my map baby, lead me to myself

sing youself out of this one (sign myself to the night)

I'm like a disaster in that "coming to theaters soon" kind of way
you're always glued to the screen looking for the release date
when you don't even notice that i've been out forever
out of this world, out of my mind, out of my clothes, out of luck
insider trading, scars for stories, takes one to know one
i've got a lifetime membership to the lonely hearts club
but you never notice the other people at the meetings
that's the point, we're not in this together
we're in here by ourselves forever, best friends is a myth
if i could prove everything fake was real, would we be able to work?
from the aliens to nessie to bigfoot to ghosts
i just want everyone to change their minds
if only the talltales were cut down to size, you could believe my eyes
i've got the blues in my sockets, you can't stare into them for long tho
like the ocean, you'll drown, mouth to mouth, you let my flesh breathe
the way she used to mean everything, now her definition is gone
i'm gonna rewrite the dictionary in a big, new way
every word will be accompanied by a picture of you
the girl of many words, fuck yous, and never sorry
i just wanna hear that song on the radio so i can fall in love again

more in the late PM when my mind is out of its cell/itself

Room #M3

Strange phonecalls from The Middle of Nowhere show up on my caller i.d.
Go to say hello, click followed by the dialtone and everything inside me
Race to the skin like the surface is leaking, bleed from the outside in
Seep into sleep like water dancing inside of this ocean
The cars at the depths have no chance of salvation, i'm struggling for breath
I'm the type to let you go just to save myself, selfishly sleeping until you can say something
The phone laying on my stomach, restricted calls again, my mind is vacant
Like a motel, millions of empty rooms you'll never want to check into
It seems like the worst parts of me are the suites
No matter how attractive and fashionable they are, you;d rather sleep elsewhere
well tonight when i'm holding you, i'll hold you tight to my flesh like you're a missing piece of the puzzle
I hope this solves everything or i'll be alone in my head again

Talk is cheap, i talk, what does that make me?

Everyday's the same thing over and over
I'm on loop, time and time again, mistakes play by play
I'm still not seeing it, put in my contacts, i really need new friends
I love the way it rains only when i'm around
the clouds are making secret signals above
we're so fake, we're so in love, i dont even remember what we're lying about
this doesn't look to good on my resume, my hearts on sleep mode
The next time i'm on, why don't you tell me what you just said again
In the morning, i'll forget every face i've ever loved
Just know you'll be there

not currently taking bids

I'm so unaware of myself, like the wars that must be being waged in my head
I don't know what else to call it, i'm thinking its like if Vegas were hell
all the neon lights have burst into flames, the poker tables releasing demons
i'm making bets on more than snake eyes, its like Satans right there
i won't sell my soul, well only cuz i can't, there's only a body
and i won't sell these hands, they're my magic in the flesh
i'm starting to get a fever, and my chills are cracking my spine
this is the last time i'll ever kiss you without protection
should've found my soul on EBay, this would hurt the right way

machine made man

I'm crawling out of bed like it's the emergency exit of some big fire at a broadway premiere
notice the big part is the fire, nobody remembers the actors, just the instinct to get the fuck out
and you're telling me to stay behind, i know this isn't right, you can't trick me into my own death
the only treat i'm getting out of this is the whole meet your long lost enemy five years later thing
meeting at a local starbucks, get that jittery/anxious feeling and you havent even had your coffee yet
well sneak your handgun in your coatpocket like they even care "kill us all kid"
i bet you wish you had left your conscience at the door with your coat
its a long way from the front door to the bathroom, can you hold it in?

im back in black (turn on the ACDC in here, its hot)

Back on the map like atlantis
you can't stop me cuz i didn't even plan this
duck duck goose, crash your caboose
the feeling you should have should resemble feeling loose
kinda like change you have hanging around on your drawer
but too bad im a writer and i don't really know her
i won't ever be behind your closed door
but its better that way if the girls just a whore