get fighted! get fighted! (inspired by: donkey punch/sucker punch, the beltsville crucible, alexisonfire, and night driving)

today there is no such thing as apology.
when your friend fucks up, you don't bother
beating him into the floor — it just leaves more work
for the maid who has to clean him off the tiles.
when he does a bad take,
the guitarist doesn't go home, because he's feeling all right
and he's got it in him to play it again.
when they're laughed at in the streets,
the kids don't go out and buy new clothes.
they roll with the punches and come back again tomorrow.
and when they cross the road,
the mice tell themselves to just close their eyes
and run.

one five six four (or: tl;dc)

i'm sick and tired of all your shit
you're a fucking four-chord wonder, baby,
you'll let anyone use you,
and maybe you sound a little different each time,
but it always feels the same
and it's easy to tell when you're faking your excitement.
i can't wait til it stops being fun altogether.

my name is christian and you better not wear it out

i'm the sinner amongst the saints alive
don't tell me to fucking swallow my pride,
because i've been there, done that,
all it did was knock my teeth back
deep in my throat where the whiskey goes
when i get so drunk i can't stand up
and i really couldn't give a fuck
because you burned me up and let me down
and i'm burning down this fucked-up town

so just go back to your church and preach
against serenades or sodomy
whatever the topic of the day may be
because i won't be there to hear it.
i'll be throwing molotov cocktails
through your windows late at night
and i'll be listening to the plainclothes soldiers
yelling "don't give up the fight!"

and after the riot when i'm still wide awake
you might find me crying in the bathroom
stunned and disillusioned at how pathetic this shit is
but i can do whatever i goddamn want to do
'cause it won't be long before you're calling my name
and trust me when i say i'm not fucking around
i might be crying in the bathroom all alone
but when the time comes, i'll kick this fucking door down

because i know i'm a bleeder but i'm not the only one
i am nuclear america's prodigal son

help

i wish that when my birthday rolls around
the candles don't turn to sparks
to ignite the gasoline in my car
so i can drive forty miles away
into the arms of other people
who only care about themselves too

i hope you're happy, this one's a true story

savez-vous qu'est-ce qui se passe sur cette promenade?

tonight my lungs ache for eternal divorce
and all my excuses have run their course
but my frantic senses refuse to ignore
the mangled edges of the hungry dance floor

an on-and-off couple are grasping for words
deciding whether or not they want to get hurt
a boy and a girl and a tangle of limbs
i'm jealous of her, not so much of him

but i'm a kid and a coward and i'd rather not fight
because the air seems harder to breathe tonight
i can see my friendships breaking from far away
and everyone keeps asking me if i'm okay

titles go on spines

i'll see where giving up takes me

leagues below me ten thousand dead kings
open their hands and the asphalt sings and the
violence from some irrelevant war
erodes my impulse to ask for more of the

years i spent hating these dreams in my head
oceans of death and uncomfortable beds
unable to sleep but i can see the edges of

angels to catch me if tonight i break and i'm
lonely and sobered but wide awake i'm
lonely and sobered but wide awake

"he hears children's voices on the hills in the forest approaching quickly"

(note: i stole a bunch of lyrics for this)

i've been watching that smile slip off your face
i can't speak because deep down i wish i was laughing

imagining some golden-eyed boy talking at me
saying brightly i can't break free

my legs are still shaking and i'm not even asleep yet
there is no speech left

i can deny it by saying everything backwards and i mean it
but i'm still tangled up and i can't break free

do not wrap it around your head
that is not what microphones are for

but it's not just a song
no, it's definitely not just a song

it's revenge for all the giants you killed
yelling bring it on, bring it on, let's tear these motherfuckers apart

foaming at the mouth and living for their last
their dying and planet-sized breath

i know, i've been warned
but i'll never cut the cord that strangles my head