Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face The kind you'd find on someone I could save If they don't put me away Well, it'll be a miracle
Do you believe you're missing out That everything good is happening somewhere else? But with nobody in your bed The night's hard to get through
And I will die all alone And when I arrive I won't know anyone
Well Jesus Christ, I'm alone again So what did you do those three days you were dead? Cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend.
Well Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die, I'm a little bit scared of what comes after Do I get the gold chariot? Do I float through the ceiling?
Do I divide and fall apart? Cause my pride is too sly to hold back all my dark And the ship went down in sight of land And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands
I know you'll come in the night like a thief But I've had some time alone to hold my lies inside me I know you think that I'm someone you can trust But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up
So do you think that we could work out a sign So I'll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try
I know you'll come for the people like me But we all got wood and nails Tongue tied to a hating factory
But we all got wood and nails Your tortured (and hanging) factory Yeah, we all got wood and nails Your tortured (and hanging) factory Yeah, we all got wood and nails And we sleep inside of this machine
dear you, don't do it because you have no idea how pissed off i'll be. i won't show it, but i still will be and of course i'll handle it the way i handle everything. don't be stupid. i really hate your friends. i don't care who the hell thinks i worry too much, because i know i should worry about shit like this. even my best friend thinks i'm crazy but i really couldn't care less anymore. i'm not gonna change my opinions for anyone else anymore. not like you'll listen to me anyway. whatever. -me
Migranes suck, and this weather is wicked akward. Whats the deal? thanks for a good thanksgiving break. ill write about it in my journal after i finish this moutian of papers i have to write this week. fuck college. fuck finals.