Music to these words would be the only way to pump out the hardness, the harshness, to harness all flying emotions draining from inside. Thick ear splitting distortion that appears just two seconds after every hello, I can’t hear a thing you say, I don’t care to hear anything anymore. Soothing phrases are fucked, your tongue is twisted and your mind has melted and gelled into something its not. And you’re not yourself and you’re not that person I used to know. Lighting fire to my feet to torch and scorch and leave me in the remains of my dust that you blow away. Everyday everything gets more and more cliché, so predictable its sickening to every intellectual mind. Find the meaning in everything I say because you won’t be able to tell me apart anymore, I’m nothing at all in your world anymore. “you two are so different” but that never hurt anyone right? It hurts you everyday and I can see that al the time, in everything you say, in every letter posted to me. So a wake up call is nothing new when you never heard a word I said. It’s all wasted, this shit I think is advice, this crap I think makes sense- it’s nothing. Good intents are fed to the dogs and devoured. “Is this the way a toy feels when it’s battery runs dry?” I think, but I’m not cool enough too think too hard, this is hard. You are the only thing that lets my words go to waste and makes me forget. Might as well have nothing to say at all, because... Here she comes, heart drop, she stops to talk, and there they go- all my thoughts to the wind because she makes me forget. She makes me forget . Might as well have nothing to say. I have nothing worth saying anymore. Shlalalalala....uh huh. So the inevitable shows through and through and through again. I’m nothing without you, you’re everything without me. Check that, the biggest diss I’ll diss on myself. Girls all the thrills don’t matter so much to me, here, there, their fucking everywhere. But she don’t care, she don’t care. You’re in love with me and you, but I’ll get the push when it comes down to it. And I don’t care, don’t care to give my heart away to anyone else, if I could even ask or to bare to let her give it back. She’s naked without it. “I’m just a dog eared page you turn back to, where’s the place for me when we’re both in love with you?” And it’’ll be just like you were never gone, I'll try and just be some guy you’re getting on. “I’m just a dog eared page you turn back to, where’s the place for me when we’re both in love with you?”