Vogue magazine's number one reason to kill is....

Murder is your new fashion
cuz dying of old age just isn't new
we're all going out of style
slowly but surely
replaced with someone else
this is how it feels
to be a display on a shelf
so forget to feel
remember to lie
take a sip of something filtered
this is only step one
we've got more to go
baby, this means more to me
than any gossip
and that's not saying much
you're not getting through to me
i'm just listening for the sake of sound
invading spaces once considered sacred
and shooting more than just pool
this is a rumor with a view
my exit has been sealed off
let's try this one more time
turn off the lights
get undressed
let's make a checkmark under the sheets
this is where we end up each time
after the fights in public
and the private pay off
here's a tip for you
next time you should leave me guessing

Late night reruns (sounds a lot like us)

This was never meant to go too far
more like a leashed dog on a tree
and now that you've lost me
you're giving off steam
and you're answers also seem
to be as much to my deceit
and i'm sending a signal
not like a bat signal
more like a hazard signal
cuz i'm coming to a stop so fast
that this just won't let this day leave last
and i'll be checking out of life soon
just so you know, don't swoon
blood on the dashboard
and teeth in the steering wheel
this is where you have to decide
deal or no deal

Burning the budget (no need to be reel)

When I say best friends, you say liar
best friends
liar
best friends
liar
letting the fake friends in the backdoor again
sneaking through my mind like I know you shouldn't be here
I shouldn't be awake
we're temporarily working on that
insomnia makes me feel this way i do about you
someone pass me the anesthetic, you hurt too much
the heavy eyelids slip on the corneas and seal the deal
like a vault, and you're trying to crack the code
the dialtone must have done the trick
i'm awake now and crunching numbers like my neck
the sounds of me becoming desperate
they make me want to beat the fuck out of myself
but i could never hurt myself as much as you can
you're the cancer that has made a name for itself
there just is no cure, we did what we could
and you're a famine sweeping my generation
we've grown hungry and thirsty waiting for you
and when you finally decided to show your face
we were starving and we couldn't see
just how bad you could really be
and I'm lost among thousands of others
we're waiting here cold and coagulated
and blood's just never enough
and we're dying for love
and saying we found it
just to stay alive
but we're only faking it
this only looks like reality
we are all just a bunch of zombies
and the only real thing I have left
is a bunch of traumatic memories
and a few scenes of dramatic dialogue
you could call this just a play on words
but I'm thinking more along the lines
of the big screen

The fortune and fame (paying the price for being so ob(li)vious)

It's all here on script
everything anyone has ever said
and the latest installment
I call today
installed disappointment
well that's been this show's theme
this show called My Life
and all of the cheap actors
I call everyone I've ever seen and ever known
and the reason some don't talk to me
is they're just lowpaid extras
but nothing comes extra for me
everything is just a small dose of a small dose
I'm asking for a few more lines to get by
cuz there's just a feeling in the air
that the audience has begun to not care
this story's going nowhere
and rumors of a cancellation
circle around my eyes
and crash into my aching ears
this is something no one wants to hear
but today if you turn off your TV
what does that mean for me?
it means I'll still be alive
but my ratings are dropping rapidly
and I don't see how this can be
I rehearsed every line so heavily
I forgot everything so easily
made up for it by making out with you
which quickly turned into the emergency
head out to the exit doors in this scene
I'm there bleeding on the floor
can't believe I fell for this again
I said I wouldn't anymore
I believed another pretty (tragic) whore
the critics have found every mistake
let's have one more plastic take
another moment that I'm left
here in the floor as a bitter fake
who couldn't find the truth
the eyes of the director
give cold glances that destroy my spine
the chills that he sends through my veins
feel like ice water pouring thin
and all of these episodes
have come to a dramatic, but predictable end
now that this show's over
where do I go cuz I'm not dead yet
Life can end without the body dying too
my soul's on permanent vacation
with all expenses frayed
torn on the sleeves of the American audience
I have become a slave
and saying goodbye right now
would be perfect, but pointless (just like me)
so now that this is over and I'm off the air
like a feather from some bird who doesn't care
say you're sorry or say it's just me
but I've given you this last chance
over and over and over again
it's so discouraging to see
that my enemies were once my friends
this little hot studio in an LA lot
is burning down with all of the film
this show will never make it to
anybody's TV in their bedroom
and now this burning building
will become my well paid off tomb

A lesson in learning (Today we learn the truth about girls)

I'm starting to notice
that every girl is the exact same
kind of problem
that I will never be able to solve
and I don't care to
cuz they're always bitching at me
and I don't do shit until then
Wanna scream at me
bout some bullshit reason
that you can't see me
and I know you're trying
to bullshit your way
through the day
say the same old lines
about how you're so
tired of guys
but you're a little slut
fucking them all
you say it's just sex
but that's why you hate guys
cuz that's all they want
but that's all you'll give them
you're a bitch, it's a fact
and Webster should've known
when he wrote that definition
cuz if i could go back in time
I'd give him your picture to put along side the words
but it's nothing, you're so much worse
bitch just doesn't begin to cover it
and I think even Hitler would've hidden
under his desk and started praying
and all of this shit i'm saying i swear to God it's true
so let me look at you and the way you do
make out with all my friends
and then tell them i've been talking shit
now i'm getting messages from them
saying that today i'm gonna get hit
and i didn't even say any of that shit
a good blowjob is your way in and out of everything
you might as well fuck 5 guys at once
cuz that's the kind of slut you, the worst by far
and all of those guys i once thought were friends
they believe that your nookie's a fortune cookie
and they just won't listen to me anymore
they've got a case of a parasitic whore
latched to their dicks, turning tricks
it's not just for kids
and you've made sure
that i'm nothing anymore
this town already hated me
now that you've started this
they want me dead
and tonight i think they plan on
putting a few bullets in my head
da da da da dee dee da
la da ta da da lee dee doo da
that's the thing i should've said
you wouldn't understand but
it's all i seem to think about when i see you
an agressive techno inspired murder
where the shotgun blasts to the beat
tonight was made for fighting
and your hair looks so inviting
i might just pull it all out
your fake ass extensions
are no extension of who you are
and if they are, they must be bitch like you
cuz now that i don't care, i can swear
testify to the courtroom
that I am glad I never kissed those lips
I'd be hooked, worse than crack or cocaine
you go past the nose bleed
make my brain shut off at random times
I need my mind for these kinds of rhymes
I'd be sitting in a bathroom
smoking you, later on cutting my wrists
banging the walls with my fists
turn a deeper blue, a purple mix in hue
nothing about you is original
and i could say the same for myself
the product of everyone('s favorite failue)
so shake your hips like this is so disco
and bang bang your hips to the side
like this is a wild west horse ride
your guns are no match for my words
I'm really (not so) sorry if what i'm saying hurts
because I know that feeling
Saturday night my confident skin was peeling
you burnt me so bad
and I never got a tan
not to mention I've lost my upperhand
to think we never even had a one night stand
not even there for a minute
maybe over the phone, my second home
you lied to me, it's where my heart is
maybe it's disfunctional, but who cares
and now I just wanna damages your stares
make me something I never wanted to be
but now this is over, and be glad you'll never know her
girls like you are the reason for guys like me
and in closing, I would just like to say
that you'll never be on any of my thanks list any day
and in my words in the future, I'll just replace your name
your movie will have big name actress who could care less
it's just a paycheck, you were just a raincheck
and it's only sunny here so that means
this.is.good.bye

SniperScopeSomething

Anytime I have to be around you
is just another time i'm exposed to cancer
I feel it in my veins
Almost like I feel the little mistakes
swim through my blood
like sole survivors searching for ghost ships
sunken and unsuccessful
radar redemption lost in reverie
my little knockout naps
are really ruining everything
all of my fame
has turned into infamy and shame
and the only thing i've got going for me
is a bullet between the eyes
i just need to keep it safe and stay awake

i don't usually write happy songs (about dead girls)

Here we are again
Wasting another weekend
in bed
she's over her own head
and tonight
these hands won't be alright
mean to hold
had become
a broken mold
of what we are
of what we were
of what she still is
of what i lost
and to think you might
have found some time
but you haven't even
found yourself out
no oh oh whoa
hanging her head up
like an overcoat
her thoughts are too much
like a script that's been overwrote
the pages are covered in ink
you can't even see
what she means to me
i can't remember
return to sender
we'll just count down the rest of the days
of the week from within me
those five days that we waste
just to waste away on the weekend
in bed, in my own head
there's too much time on my hands
the hook is that i've got you booked
this show of affection
treat me like infection
she wrote on a postcard
that had a grave on the front
"i wish you were here"
pretty girls hide their dark secrets
but she let's them be seen
in this moment, this scene
that rivals the big screen
the production value isn't nearly as much
but the realest thing about it is the touch
our lips, our hands, our hips, our rants
this is unlike any movie
and you're not an actress
you're just too damn moody
today, who's it gonna be?
are you gonna kiss another one of my friends
in plain view so i can see
and just hope
you won't be critiqued
but i'm too down
two thumbs down
to even look at you
thank you sunshine
for ruining my night
you make it all worse
when it should be alright
it's so easy for you
to be able to keep your chin up
your head held so high
when i'm the one who's down
the only one who feels like they're about to die
you wrote me out of this little kissing scene
but since when are you a writer
you're so wrong
and you shouldn't mean a thing
i wish i could take your word for it
this kiss
is looks
to be
refreshing
i'm so lost
now that he
has what i found
he's my friend
this can't end
but i'm letting you know
that i'm letting you go
cuz you're just
getting in the way
and if you think that someday soon
all the trains and planes and cars
could make up for your scars
well i'd say go ahead
but your better off out of my head
well remember that grave postcard
i'm just letting you know
that to me
you are already dead