the girl who blocked her own shot. (erycherry) wrote, @ 2004-06-21 18:17:00

An update in lyrics, cause I'm too lazy for a real one.
I said, "that boy's handsome" and a little bit of me wanted to be beautiful. Carrie said, "It's hard to look in the mirror these days when everyone has everything you'd rather be."


I wish I wasn't waiting. This place gets smaller everyday. We all have characters and we know the parts we play. We're actors and actresses, that's all. Please take me away. I just want to start over. There are things I'd like to change. I miss the innocence when the doors all stood wide open. The sun's gone down on better days.


i'm happy again to be stuck here again. now we can rap about the good old days, laugh at dumb jokes that you make. it's great to be here and i'm just elated to be someone you once hated.


then finally it's friday. i'm thinkin life's going my way. but there's nothing to do. guess i'll hang out with my friends and i know we'll end up at a show.
where they'll drink away the dreams they gave up so long ago. but i can't complain cause i'm out there doin the same.

last night it came as a picture, with a good reason, a warning sign. this place is void of all passion. is somebody out there, will somebody listen? should i go back? i feel alone and tired. i hope i won't forget you.

lie awake, wondering if things could have been much different. second chance, what's become of a friendship if you can call this one? stayed in touch, stood behind, while i gave you s p a c e and you invade mine. while everyone makes mistakes you let me down for the last time. truth prevails, and there's nothing you can hide. and i wash my hands of you. getting on with my life.


My love life was getting so bland.. there are only so many ways I can make love with my hand. Sometimes it makes me want to laugh, sometimes I want to take my toaster in the bath.


Nothing left to lose, except you and your baby blues. Microphone check this rhyme. Pancho Villa was a friend of mine. I get fucked up, holla back ya'll. And I kick it like Jackie Chan. With my kung fu style, I'll get rid of you in a while. Hey all the bitches in the back. I know you know it's never forever. You wanna hear I'm sorry, whatever. Now that you're gone, I'm moving on. You wrecked it all. There's nothing left to lose except for you. Get my teenage kicks. Pullin down boards like Rodman. All the lipstick chicks sing. And I rock it like Jackson Browne. Let me tell you right now- I like strippers better anyhow.


The harder I push the further I fall. Well you don't mind me being headstrong. But you don't want to sing along. Maybe it's trite but I can always be wrong.


and it feels like i've already been there. sounds like i'm preaching to the choir. if it looks like it won't work out, i'm the one full of doubt.

And so sums up my summer so far.

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