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Black Rose Immortal
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I dragged this lake looking for corpses
Dusted for prints, pried up the floorboards
Pieces of planes and black box recorders
Don't lie (don't lie)
And I've been preoccupied with these sick, sick senses
That sense DNA on barbed wire fences
Maybe someday I'll find me a suspect
That has no alibi
New Year's Eve was as boring as heaven
I watched flies fuck on channel 11
There was no one to kiss, there was nothing to drink
Except some old rotten milk someone left in the sink
And there's no ring, there's no ring on the phone anymore
There's no reason to call I passed out on the floor
Smoked myself stupid and drank my insides raisin dry
But at the right place at the right time
I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine
I won't have to quit doing fucked up shit
For anyone but me
At the right place at the right time
It will have been worth it to stand in line
And you won't have to stop
Saying "I love cops" for anyone but me
Your private eye
I dragged this lake looking for corpses
Dusted for prints, pried up the floorboards
Pieces of planes and black box recorders
Don't lie (don't lie)
And I've been preoccupied with these sick, sick senses
That sense DNA on barbed wire fences
Maybe someday I'll find me a suspect
That has no alibi
But at the right place at the right time
I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine
And I won't have to quit doing fucked up shit
For anyone but me
And at the right place at the right time
It will have been worth it to stand in line
And you won't have to stop
Saying "I love cops" for anyone but me
Your private eye
Your private eye
But at the right place at the right time
I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine
You won't have to quit doing fucked up shit
For anyone but me
And at the right place at the right time
It will have been worth it to stand in line
And you won't have to stop
Saying "I love cops" for anyone but me
Your private eye
-Private Eye by Alkaline Trio
last modified Jun 14, 2006 at 1:46
Fuck sakes. Fuck. Fuuuuccckk... FUCK! Fucking Fuck.
No matter how many times I say it, it doesn't change anything.
He likes to act like he's all grown up
He wanted to grow up to be an actor
But he never told anybody
He likes to spill all of his guts
On the top of a well stocked bar
And then swallow them bit by bit remembering every scar
It's a valid reason for every drink
And a new tattoo is a new reason to think
He likes to pretend that he's all sewn up
It makes for a much stronger case
But there is blood underneath that skin
That scar is not so easy to erase
He walks with a glass cane now
He's careful when holding his body up straight
Can't go outside anywmore when it's raining
Can't smash up that beautiful face
Another innocent girl just made his list
That self pity shit it's just too hard too resist
Yeah when we get home
you'll see that this part of him is now part of me
He likes to act like he's all grown up
He wanted to grow up to be an actor
But he never told anybody
He likes to spill all of his guts
On the top of a well stocked bar
And then swallow them bit by bit remembering every scar
It's a valid reason for stronger drinks
And a new tattoo is a new reason to think
Yeah when we get home
you'll see that this part of him is now part of me
Yeah when we get home
you'll see that this part of him is controlling me
And its way too easy to fake this smile lead you on
Maybe I'm wrong but everyone gets bored once in awhile
-Alk3
Damnit... just... fuck...
You know what's irritating? When people think that by pointing out any flaw they can grab at of a person, they can make themselves feel better somehow. Take it from someone who's highly analytical and critical themselves. It's also just the slightest bit irritating that a person can make themselves believe that they 'know' you. One can always tell them that they couldn't possibly, but they hide a slight little smirk and say, "Sure. Whatever."
I just implicated four things that irritate me. And you wonder why people get mad at you... you bring it on yourself.
AH! Hahahahahahahaha.... the world is going crazy! Creepy weird probing twisting faces leering crawling in my soul tearing apart my flesh consuming for voracious intense curiousity... and I like it.
I passed English? Wtf? That has to be some sort of cruel joke...
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Fuck, it just keeps getting worse.
I wish something good would happen to me. Like actually good. Not just a random act of kindness, but something big. It's stupid of me to wish on something that isn't there, but I can't help it. Nothing seems to go right anymore.
Life goes on.
My mom is blasting Country music. From the TV. CMT isn't bad, but I prefer the other country she listens to. Not that it matters, since when I go upstairs I'll just blast my Iron Maiden.
Summer school doesn't feel too different, surprisingly. It's essentially just one class stretched into 2 and a half hours. Still, I hope I have no troubles with Cambrian because of this.
Life wise, I'm starting to feel kinda lonely lately, which is funny because over the past year I turned away a handful of people and generally was happy not caring about others too much. I suppose time breaks everyone down. Well, then again, I've always been a Romantic idiot.
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Anyways, life goes on.
Two muffins are baking in an oven. One muffin says to the other muffin, 'It's getting hot in here, huh?' The other muffin says, 'Aagh! A talking muffin!'
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