Colder Than Static

How it travels
This feeling crackling
Prickling my spine
Thousands of sparks
Cold as ice
Puncturing my system

But I wouldn't have it any other way.

Fuck Up

All I ever was
All I ever am
All I ever will be

Comprende?

Flame On

In this night
Nothing burns brighter
Than your light
Heart of a fighter

Second Place

So you don't know
I won't tell you
Because second
Is better than third
But staying stuck
Behind someone else
Kills me to be
But you'll never know
I won't tell you
Because I'll lose you
If I did

Stolen

Guilded lights
In city heights
Dizzying in the night
Whilst you fight
For breath tight

Running hands high
Holding your prize
What you stole
To survive

Roller

A dollar for every day
A day for every frustration
A frustration for every fray
A fray for every hesitation

If I had a dollar
I'd be a high roller

Song In This

And life's just another
Worthless ballad
Told by Romeo
To the Juliet
Who won't, just won't
Bloody get down
From the balcony

Fraying, Flaying, Flanging

It's coming now
Faster than you know
Gonna blitz you from each side
Every which way you look
This hypnotic, triptoxic
Mix of every riff raff
Bullets for my head
And damn it feels so good
This tearing, wrenching melody
Cuts to the core of what I need
It's coming now
Louder than before
Blazing from speakers each side
No matter where I look
It's my tonic, my chronic
You do the math
Lifting my spirits leaden
And damn does it feel good
As it blazes within me
Tearing away at my needs

Heartbreak Clicker

There's one in the door
Leaving before
Anything more
Can come too quick
Click

This one will agree
It's not she
Who could ever be
More than a trick
Click

Watch her leave
Try not to grieve
Her fingers with yours weave
And all you'll hear
Is another click

Click click
Fucking sound
Echoes in my life
One, two, twenty-true
One comes, two go
Click click click

Afraid Of The Dark

Would you, just for tonight
Stay here with me
And hold me in my fright
Be scared with me
Sing me to sleep till first light
So twisted shadows I'll not see
Stretching from the moonlight
Begging, aching to be free

So just this one night
Don't let go of me

Cradle To The Grave

Wake, rise up
Stronger now
Building more
Caring less
Love some here
Hate a few
Broken heart
Broken soul
Heal in time
Scar remains
Finding one
Takes the life
Keep searching
Hold her tight
Grasp her hand
Kiss her lips
Run away
To the end
Fall asleep

This Room

I can watch the sunrise
It's just beautiful
I can see the stars shine
They're so beautiful
I heard your voice that night
It was so beautiful
And all of these
I can watch and remember
From this room

Play That Track

All I seem to want
Is make myself feel
Like she needs someone else
She would want anyone
But me, myself and I
And I'll lay another record
On the twisting turntable
That plays a lonely melody
Consoling me into sleep

Walking away, put on a happy front
Don't let her steal
My dignity from myself
I'll fool everyone
But me, myself and I
And I'll place a final record
On the broken turntable
Straining out a melody
Robbing me of sleep

We Like It Like This

Ignore me
And what I say
It's mostly
My escape
When I need
Somewhere sane

Run Away

Get me lost
In the comfort
Of every sound
That plays now
I know the cost
But I need it
Before she comes around
Hide me now

Less You Know

So I'll fade into a distant memory
From a once off meet, to a forgotten
One of those we knew, never too well
Because more means less for those
Whom we need to cherish
And less means more for you
To pass on to those you love

So once I've faded from memory
From our first meet, now forgotten
One which I'll remember so well
Because you weren't just one of those
Whom I wouldn't want to cherish
And hold, just tell you
That it's you I love

Crush Crush

How we all start out
Where most will fall
And where I'm stuck
But it's just a crush, right?

Prescription Medication

If I'm sick, I'll take a pill

Or maybe fall asleep

Illness seek, destroy and kill

So my health may keep

But someday when my pills run out

The bottle lying empty

I'll take a knife and cut around

The sickness, in self pity

Just Another

When stories have it all right
The endings written to perfection
Doesn't it make you wonder
If you could have such a life
Holding hands on the beach at night
A picture to add to the collection

Chapter Nine

Mondays. Everyone's either happy to be back at school, seeing all their friends, discussing the weekend assignments, or depressed, pissed off and far behind in their work. Mentally, I began to check boxes as I proceeded to my locker.
Happy to be back at school? No.
Seeing friends? Yeah, why not. Check.
Weekend assignments? Er, check. Of course check. Of course.
Depressed? Check.
Pissed off? Check.
Far behind in work? What rubbish, the checked box for weekend assignments is clearly not a lie.
I sighed. Convincing myself that I wasn't screwed in maths class for my half finished assignment didn't change the fact that Mr Lester would jam my eye out with a metal ruler. Swearing under my breath, I slammed my locker door shut.
Late for class? Check.

This week was getting better and better wasn't it?

As I walked to the classroom, I began praying that Mr Lester had broken an arm, leg, anything, over the weekend and wasn't here today. I peeked through the classroom door's window. Prayer sucked, there was Mr Lester, ready as always, writing notes on the board. My eyes roamed over the desks. Troy was at our regular spot, and seemed to be intensely focused on something in his lap. Everyone else was busy writing down the notes on the whiteboard.
Then I saw it. That head of flowing, golden-brown hair. Sitting next to the empty seat Troy had reserved for me. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. This sort of thing only happened in stories, not real life.

Oh, of course it did. Rubbing my eyes helped a lot. I was actually staring at the school hippie, with his also flowing, golden-brown hair. Lovely, I said quietly to myself, lovely. With that, I opened the door, quickly padded over to my chair and slid into the seat.

Need to get this girl out of my head? Check.