Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Hope you come down with something they can't diagnose, don't have the cure for...


i am heaven sent, DON'T YOU DARE FORGET.
i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised.
sorry i told. 
I JUST NEEDED YOU TO KNOW.
i think in decimals and dollars.
i am the cause to all your problems,
shelter from cold. 
we are never alone.
coordinate brain and mouth.
THEN ASK ME WHAT'S IT LIKE TO HAVE MYSELF SO FIGURED OUT.
I WISH I KNEW...


i hope this song starts a craze.
the kind of song that ignites the airwaves.
the kind of song that makes people glad to be where they are,
WITH WHOEVER THEYRE THERE WITH.
THIS IS WAR.
every line is about who i don't wanna write about anymore.
hope you come down with something they can't diagnose, 
don't have the cure for.
holding on to your grudge.
oh it's so hard to have someone to love.
AND KEEPING QUIET IS HARD.
BECAUSE YOU CAN'T KEEP A SECRET
IF IT NEVER WAS A SECRET TO START.
AT LEAST PRETEND YOU DIDNT WANT TO GET CAUGHT.

we're concentrating on falling apart.
we were contenders, we're throwing the fight
i just wanna believe, i just wanna believe,
i just wanna believe in us.

oh, we're so controversial.
we are entirely smooth.
WE ADMIT TO THE TRUTH,
WE ARE THE BEST AT WHAT WE DO.
and these are the words you wish you wrote down.
this is the way you wish your voice sounds,
handsome and smart.
OH MY TONGUE'S THE ONLY MUSCLE OF MY BODY
THAT WORKS HARDER THAN MY HEART.
and it's all from watching tv,
and from speeding up my breathing.
wouldn't stop if i could.
oh it hurts to be this good.
you're holding on to your grudge.
oh it hurts to always have to be honest
with the one that you love.
so let it go.

we're concentrating on falling apart.
we were contenders, we're throwing the fight
i just wanna believe, i just wanna believe,
i just wanna believe in us.

this is the grace that only we can bestow.
THIS IS THE PRICE YOU PAY FOR LOSS OF CONTROL.
this is the break in the bend,
this is the closest of calls.
this is the reason you're alone,
THIS IS THE RISE AND THE FALL.

we're concentrating on falling apart.
we were contenders, we're throwing the fight
i just wanna believe, i just wanna believe,
i just wanna believe.


Brand New is probably seriously one of my favorites. And this song feels like the fucking story of my life more often than not.
"How is your heart lately?"
A: My heart is slowly, but surely (and thankfully) finding its way back up and out of the pit in my stomach where it has been living.

I am watching tank girl. SO SO SO SO SO FUCKING FABULOUS.
"It's been swell, but the swelling's gone down."
I might have to marry Lori Petty.
For real.
lovelove.

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