So assuming that this weekend there’s a part of me that’s thinkin’ of coming up to join you You know I sure wouldn’t want to.. Ruin all your chances on your one night stand romances Doing tequila shots, I always loved you but it was never enough
And while your licking salt off of each other Know that I’ll be wishing Throwing some over my shoulder
Hoping for sores to form upon your lips So the alcohol burns warm with every sip Are you burning now? I’ll dial 911 emergency, to cool you, cool you down
And when you wake tomorrow morning with a hang over from hell Don’t bother calling me, there’s no need for you to kiss and tell Because tonight will be my night, I’m calling all my friends The boys are going out tonight
The potion in our bottles it will be singing me to sleep The worm at the bottom, it’s taunting me to be a creep
It says “Hey man, stand up for yourself” “Hey man, I got a plan for you, it’s working oh so well”
I picked up the pay phone and I held the zero down Please operator, collect call to Allentown The call came back rejected, but that operator was kind Enough to talk to me and get me through to the middle of…
Yeah, so tonight, will be my night I’m calling all my friends, the boys are going out tonight.
It’s sadder than the saddest movie I ever saw but without the beauty So I stopped watching, I stopped caring I lost all interest and I stopped wearing These plastic smiles I’ll wash my hands clean I’ll forget that you forgot about me And I’ll live the life, the big city feeling Cause it’s better than suburban dreaming.
“One day, you will wake up. You will be able to get dressed, eat breakfast, brush your teeth, take a shower, go to school, eat lunch, go to class, and come home. And you’ll be able to do all of that without thinking about him.”—I’m waiting for that day // R.R. (via missinyouiskillingme)
“I know I probably don’t cross your mind much anymore but I hope someday you see something that reminds you of me and the things we use to spend hours talking about at night and then your throat gets tight and your heart skips a beat and you finally miss me back.”—I miss you so much (via missinyouiskillingme)
“We were sort of in love. I knew
how many lines your lips have when you’re
not smiling, I knew something hurt.
I knew this sort of tears, this sort of hands-holding.
Our fingers interlocking like secured old gates
when someone we did not know walks by
with a look of trespassing in their eyes.
Maybe this will end in tragedy, an accident perhaps,
both of our seat belts not working, breaks ignoring
the kisses of our feet. I will cry a little
and you will walk away, sort of.
Our hands in our pockets, your heart
floating on the surface of a well, my heart
breathing the almost-empty water underneath you.
It will sort of hurt, and somewhere in between
I will sort of pretend that it doesn’t.”—Kharla M. Brillo, Confession XIV (via pouvoires)