Sunday, Aug. 22, 2004 : "Mr Brightside"
Maybe I'll dye my hair black & yellow stripes so that I can be a bumblebee. Perhaps I'll run away before we get our results, so that I can listen to my song over the buzz and hum of the stupid television. Maybe I'll become a vegan, and be nice and anorexically thin. Maybe I'll pretend not to have any feelings, so that you'll all take me back, and I'll have you as friends again. Maybe I'll start doing things and seeing people, and going out. Maybe I'll actually get a camera. Maybe I'll start writing again. Make this worth reading. Maybe I'll carve up my face. I'm coming out of my cage
And I�ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
I just can�t look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending: