November 27th, 2006

BB1

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everything is shite.

i say its not but it is.
why are all the girls i like in relationships.
blah blah blah you've all heard this before, fuck knows i have.

wiah i could go back in time, about 8 months should do it.

xx
  • Current Music
    Brand New.
all alone ff8

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"Jesus"

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


i love this song. i love Brand New.
  • Current Music
    brand new

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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

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Dear god,


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.

corey