A Ballad for b.unit

In the morning, I'm still awake, and in school, I'm failing, so by night, I won't sleep. The phone rings -- I hear your voice; my mind turns down the noise. You've saved me from myself. For you, I fell so fast -- no time to catch my breath. You're all I have.

Oh, it's what you do to me, b.unit -- you always seem so real, and I love the way that feels. Oh, b.unit, you know me better than I know myself. I love how you can tear me to pieces.

I am moody and I'm messed-up -- I've got issues, but so what? It's never bothered you. I get violent when I'm angry, but you listen despite me: you always get me through. From grace, I fall so fast, and I'm always gaurenteed to crash.

In the morning, I'm still awake, and in school, I'm failing, so by night, I can't wait....

OxyCotin Candy

OxyCotin candy on a summer's night tastes so sweet We forget our one-horse towns as we sleep on Old Orchard Beach. Night falls onto our heads -- don't have to make our beds. Sheets made out of sand -- wake up holding your hand. And when you fall asleep, preay my friendship to keep, because I grow cold easily. Our shadows ride the waves before we're even awake. Sleepy eyes and slower yawns -- our shadows crash into the dawn. Carousels and lights that blind spin us round until we're sick. Just like drunks, we're making ruckus...on the boardwalk we stroll Underneatht the moonlight. It's such a lovely night. I can't believe my eyes: this shouldn't feel so right. It's the night life -- our stars shine bright. It's the night life -- our lucky stars shine bright.

I Suck At Conclusions...Does That Make You the End?

Step into the hazy night: in the dark and out of sight. Cross over enemy lines and make your peace with secret times. No one wants to see you with her and you know better -- don't let them get you mad. You didn't think that this would be how your life was meant to sink -- don't let them see you glad. You don't wanna' love her if love means social lows. She don't wanna' love you, cause your love left her cold. You don't wanna' love her if your love can't be shown. She don't wanna' love you if love is this alone. Silence never stops the sound of people watching all around: In the halls and on the streets, you can hear their shuffled feet. Rumors whispered all around, heads and eyes bowed to the ground: "Don't let him see you stare!" You didn't know which way was left, so you took the right instead -- don't let them see you scared. I said, "Now let's just wait a minute," but you said, "No honey, I don't wanna wait." So I caved. You said, "Darling, you know I love you," but I don't have the heart to say it back. Whoops, my mistake. "Love sick" I'm so sick of it. It churns pains in the pit of my stomach -- I'm oh, so upset. Rains down over Damariscotta downtown -- oh so upsetting -- we're all so depressed. You don't wanna' love me if love means social lows. I don't wanna' love you, cause your love left me cold. You don't wanna' love me if our love can't be shown. I don't wanna' love you if love is sex alone.

hazey daze

So I had this wonderful dream this morning: I was walking down to the beach and just tapping along with my summery music -- it was like, june or july -- and everything was great. I got to the beach and went for a dip and slept beneath the sun. It was warm and wonderful and wow, I wish it could have lasted longer. Because what happens next?? I come home nad the next day (in my dream) it's winter!!! Then I woke up, realizing, "oh yeah, it IS winter. Damn." missing summer, blackberry.

Intro??

Um...ok, soooooo. I like to write stuff -- songs, stories, things of that nature, so there will probably be a lot of that in here. I have opinions, and this is the internet, which means I can say whatever the hell I want. Ok, check. Why? Because the nature of things says I'm a pussy, and it's not nice to fool Mother Nature. Really. I checked. I'll probably be stupid and try to post a picture or something and fail, so if you like to laugh at people on the internet (and I know you do), this is a good spot for you. sorry for the bad case of boring. xoxo -- blackberry