never,never

im so sorry
im so sorry
im not that kind of boy
the perfect one
with the red wine on the pier
or the home cooked meal
i used to feel like i was stuck on the wrong side of town
now i feel like im stuck on the wrong side of town
but some things have changed
and some things haven't
but i need to stop drinking
go home and
make everything a little bit better
everything ive said has been wrong
everything ive thought has been wrong
and now ill im left with is well
this
repetition
i pore it all out for this screen
and it only feels like my life
maybe a little more crimson will get me
through the night
or a slight bit more repitition
will get me through the day

christmas

im not celebrating christmas this year
i read the headline
i know that you want to pump your icon
all over my world
im not celebrating christmas this year
i cant pretend that everythings going to be okay
with people like you in power
im not celebrating christmas this year
cause youll sing songs of peace
while you bomb entire cities
and im not celebrating christmas this year
because i wont join you in celebration
of your holiday of the birth of your religion
you front like you want peace and moral values
youre hollow and empty all your moral values
are
genocidal to people like me
and you tell me merry christmas
im not celebrating christmas this year
and ill fucking die before you people win

a private moment

im so dirty
on the inside
and the outside
im getting too old
for the old games
that we play
that are supposed to numb everything
but just dredge up everything
like black oil from the ground
oh no
its the black from my soul
maybe its not like that
but everything seems
so
out.of.control
and theres little
to hold on
and little worth
holding on for
and nothing
no nothing
no no nothing
is right

incense and peppermints, insomnia and canada

and that night
when i heard
i didnt know what to say
except that it was a mirror
to my own life
its the kind of life
that
shouldnt hurt this much
god damned much
and still does
cause
that lame ryhme
was the best ill ever get
and my god damned arms
are like the tree
that lovers carved
wen they wanted to tell everyone
how much they cared
that was before he hit her
for the first time
and on the other side
they two knew
how much they loved each other
before she was raped
and he dropped out
and they cut down the tree anyway
but my scars wont disappear
like that lost forest
and my feeling
on that night you told me