Freewrite 1. lyrics made into logical jabber.

lets stand on the rooftops and scream at the ones who hurt us most so the whole city can hear us.
In an ale of resolution I find the key to your mind. A sparkle of hope hidden in the wine glass that coats your insides.I decided to tell everyone I'm not sure whether the resignation stands but breaking hearts is still a hobby
My spare time is full of anonymous phone calls and my letters never reach the return address. The only thing worse than being forgotten is never being remembered at all Its not like you're talking my birthday away
But when you tear out the pieces of who I am you're nearly spelling my name wrong
Yellow lines look so much better in the bright lights
You see in technicalities and I see in technicolor
Matching isn't like marching in crooked lines
Fitting the moods of dozens pays your fines
Can we just rip up the tickets and go back
Turn around, if its the last thing I do you'll turn around – awkward pyro technics in a bathroom stall/Seems to bring us closer, sadly slower we fall
Slowed down pulses break our feet from the path
The same size doesn't meet the flag out at half mast.
Were goin back home through a black hole
You're never wrong enough to prove me right.
You take too many chances, miss so many chances but you make me feel classy tonight
Hold on while I pour my brother an STD.
Lets get drunk off nothing at all and lets laugh at different cancers.
The world is our oyster and the moon is our night light.
I finally see my mortality and it makes me weak and reckless
I need to sleep and calm these thoughts that leave me low and breathless
My favorite part of being talentless is the way I don't have to strive
There isn't much to improve on when you start with nothing
There's nothing left to make you cry
And the worst part is knowing all the answers
With a satellite telling me where to go to lose by default
Eyes wide shut closing tight my fist to hit hard against the sky.
Gimme more. No there's nothing left
The argument is simple the lies aren't all untrue
But when it comes to happiness its really hard to lose
The golden glow of nothing is surely set in sin
The pearly whites of no one are surely not of kin
She really is not fortunate "No really ur too kind"
The bank of 'she can't afford this' Straighten up that spine!
Its not like we can't replace what we've broken
I need to fight this sore- if the hurt isn't too deep I'm lost without feeling like I don't belong. Its daily here nor there but I'm not keeping score- The time is running out
And you're just running away
Youre a jill and your jack isn't quiet
He clinks with jose (now that's the spirit)