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poison ivy
02:04
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my skin is burning red and blistered. i sit and wonder why i didn't kiss her sooner than i did, cuz i should have seen it coming. yr lips on mine and yr head in yr hands, little inconveniences disrupting yr plans and me saying that this cant be what i think it is. this poison ivy's got me with its deadly kiss, i hope i'm not alone wishing yr here on a night like this. you've got me on the floor, trapped under yr finger and wanting more. scratching at the itch and i just can't quit feeling like a stupid piece of shit. you may have led me off the trail, but you never read any of my mail. sending reminders of the postcard days. they mean nothing in a drunken haze, and i can't meet anyone's gaze-- one of these days i'll change my ways. this poison ivy's got me with its deadly kiss, i hope i'm not alone in wishing yr here on a night like this. you've got me on the floor, trapped under yr finger and wanting more.
(im so wasted!!)
i wonder if i've finally met my match?
i wanna kiss you but the doctor said don't scratch.
(aw, gnarly!)
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i want therapy, but i cant afford anything but this guitar. i cant get a job, so ill just dissolve and ill live out of my car. so damn broke, cant afford more smoke, failing all my classes. hard to live in a world that kicks all its kids in their fucking asses. ive got no job and ive got no home and ive got no money so ill just get stoned. me and my friends dont know what comes next when we cant get ahead in the futures that we planned. i cant make rent so ill rack up debt. ill eat pizza and mcdonalds. no healthcare, problems everywhere, and im coughing and im breathing heavily. dont know where im gonna go when i get kicked outta my house tmrw. parents dont want to hear abt how fucking bored and miserable i am. ive got no job and ive got no home and ive got no money so ill just get stoned. me and my friends dont know what comes next when we cant get ahead in the futures that we planned.
im so hoarse. tired of fighting to be heard against a tide of angry veterans who wanna shoot more people from other continents. im just overwhelmed with everything, and at this point i would kill to get a break.
jump.
ive got no job and ive got no home and ive got no money so ill just get stoned. me and my friends dont know what comes next when we cant get ahead in the futures that we planned.
got no job. got no home. got no money.
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staring at a mirror late at night, shadows in the corner from the flashlight checking all the mistakes and believing they define you. warring in yr head, you just cant decide to accept yrself and yr starving eyes. you see all the scars and they bind you. cardboard cutouts, hunger pains. plastic surgery, melt what remains. disturbing pictures, excess weight. carry the image, dont be late. (woo.) deluded self esteem, the cutting, the eating to forget. i cannot redeem myself, we've never met. eternally strangers destined to be ever so undesirable. though everyone knows you mean so much to me, you cant help but feel alone. cardboard cutouts, hunger pains. plastic surgery, melt what remains. disturbing pictures, excess weight. carry the image.
dont be late.
(they say breakfast is the most important meal of the day, you know.)
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ciggy break !!!
01:55
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(hey sharita, wanna cigarette?)
standing on the deck in a circle all secretive, hoping nobody will see us being dumb. saying stupid shit that we heard in bad 90s movies, discussing david lynch as we smoke up. got yr back if you got mine. it seems uncertain, but we'll be fine. though i miss you, itll be okay. we'll talk soon, when yr not so far away. drinking cheap beer in our buddies'
tiny basement, my last 20 dollars in those cans. playing smash in yr room at 3 am, and im losing. i know i suck, but im with you, man. got yr back if you got mine. it seems uncertain but we'll be fine. though i miss you, we'll be okay. we'll talk soon when yr not so far away.
could get used to hanging out with you every single night but we're both leaving soon. know that wherever you go, you'll be inside my blood and bone, and wherever you end up, dont leave me behind.
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(prepare ship for light sp--
no-no-no, light speed is too slow!
light speed too slow?
yes, we're gonna have to go right to... ludicrous speed!
[the entire crew gasps in horror]
ludicrous speed? sir, we've never gone that fast before! i don't know if the ship can take it!
what's the matter, colonel sandurz? chicken?)
biting my nails waiting for a text, a message that i know ill never get. asked you to talk three days ago. the read receipt puts a burn hole in me. all i wanna do is hang out with you and listen to Algernon and pictures of june, but you would rather fuck with guys who are taller than me, so i guess ill go to sleep. just let me know if you want to let me go. this treatment though, makes me hate you to the bone. i wanna go, kinda over this whole party. do you wanna go? three whole months and no missed calls. starting to wonder if you cared at all. sleepless nights in dirty sheets, wondering if you even miss me, cuz i miss you. i wish i could tell you how much i miss the days when i would get high with my friends and text you every minute.
but youve been gone, and things have changed.
i dont think that this works for me
or for you frankly.
(fuckin'... what the fuckin'... fuck. who the fuck fucked this fucking... how did you two fucking fucks... fuck!)
just let me know if you want to let me go. this treatment though, makes me hate you to the bone. i wanna go, i'm kinda over this whole party. do you wanna go?
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(you'll put down your rock, and i'll put down my sword, and we'll kill each other like civilized people?)
staring down at yr backpack waiting. came to school for one reason today. been alone in yr house all weekend, feelin like you need some company so you showed up. nobody rlly wants you here. nobody asked you what you thought. or what you meant by that. come home from school yr exhausted. nobody ever listens when you say yr ok. all ya wanted was somebody to talk to, they just turn off and they turn away.
(the sportos, the motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, wastoids, dweebies, dickheads--they all adore him. they think he's a righteous dude.)
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(well, i'm sure it's a lot scarier at night.)
i didnt ask to be brought into this world to be the image of my parents. i never thought that i would get this far without collapsing to the ground. pile of skin and bone, stomach full of acetone. a searing wit from years of taking shit. bring in the chorus to sing about that pain. make it extra metaphysical, and dont let me die in vain. my mothers eyes and my father's worst nightmares. thinking about how i never got to grow up. online friends cant keep you sane when everyone in yr life doesnt wanna hear it. i tried, i tried so hard to tell you how much every day hurt me but you never wanted to listen. bring in the chorus to sing about that pain. make it extra metaphorical, and dont let me die in vain. my mothers eyes
and my father's worst nightmares. thinking about how i never got to grow up.
(as a physician, you of all people should know the dangers of reopening old wounds.)
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(ugh, the kissing again. do we have to hear the kissing?)
you ask me where i'm going. i'm going nowhere but home, away from this stupid party to sit on my bed alone. as i trip over your doorstep and shiver in the breeze, i stumble towards the light of morning that holds no sympathy. another night camped out on my couch again, sleeping with someone i thought used to be a friend. broken bottles and shattered souls. ripped up jeans with tattered holes. frosty breath on tonight's air. a turn for the poetic with a melodramatic flair. my skin is dry and hollow and flaking. i'm always the goddamn same. cant make it down the street on my own, what a fucking shame. another night camped out on my couch again, sleeping with someone i thought used to be a friend.
(san dimas high school football RULES!)
another night camped out on my couch again, sleeping with someone i thought used to be a friend.
fuck.
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laundry
02:56
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(we can play boyfriend and girlfriend, like we used to.)
staring in through the laundromat window, i feel like i'm drowning in soapy water. northeastern winter never felt so goddamn lonely. i wish i was drowning in soapy water.
(at least then i'd be dead and gone where i feel like i belong)
and i've tried so many times to put you out of my head, but distance makes the heart grow fonder, so i guess i'll cling to you until i'm dead. make no mistake, this is gonna kill me. unfounded obsession. i've never met you, but i still wanna feel you sleeping next to me between the covers
and the cold floor.
(theres a reason i wear socks in this house. despite the carpeting, i feel so cold.)
and i've tried so many times to put you out of my head, but distance makes the heart grow fonder, so i guess i'll cling to you until i'm dead.
(personally, i don’t give a shit about all that. because you know what? i can’t learn anything from you that i can’t read in some fuckin’ book. unless you want to talk about you. who you are. and i’m fascinated. i’m in. but you don’t want to do that, do you, sport? you’re terrified of what you might say.
your move, chief.)
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10. |
a swift exit
03:34
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Wasted Space Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
a really sad punk rock band that smells like cigarettes a lot.
mikey (she/her) is the frontbitch, bassist, and movie sample curator.
six (he/him) and ethan (they/them) shred.
jane (she/her) hits things.
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