She seemed dressed in all of me (Such an odd thing to think..)
Stretched across my shame, (while looking down on..)
All the torment and the pain (Manly shame..)
Leaked through and covered me. (heh..)

I'd do anything to have her to myself, (Selfish me..)
Just to have her for myself. (I won't deny..)

Now I don't know what to do,
I don't know what to do
When she makes me... sad. (Sad)

She is everything to me,
The unrequited dream,
The song that no one sings,
The unattainable.
She's a myth that I have to believe in,
All I need to make it real is one more reason.

I don't know what to do,
I don't know what to do when she makes me sad.

But I won't let this build up inside of me.
I won't let this build up inside of me.
I won't let this build up inside of me.
I won't let this build up inside of me.

A catch in my throat, choke,
Torn into pieces, I won't. No.

I don't want to be this but
I won't let this build up inside of me (won't let this build up inside of me) x4

She isn't real.
I can't make her real.
She isn't real.
I can't make her real.
Unknown "MyBuddyNme" Adventurous - 15 years, 5 months, 1 day ago

Time changes nothing. Only in our minds do we find the deception that might be difference.

Speak honestly to find honesty.
Unknown "MyBuddyNme" Adventurous - 15 years, 10 months, 1 day ago

So tired of the trite.

Need something.

First time for everything.
Unknown "MyBuddyNme" Adventurous - 16 years, 1 month, 5 days ago

So tired of the trite.

Need something.

First time for everything.
Unknown "MyBuddyNme" Adventurous - 16 years, 1 month, 5 days ago

Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep.
Moonlight spills on comic books,
and superstars in magazines.
An old friend calls and tells us where to meet.
Her plane takes off from Baltimore,
and touches down on Bourbon street.

We sit outside and argue all night long,
about a god we've never seen,
but never fails to side with me.
Sunday comes and all the papers say,
Ma Teresa's joined the mob,
and happy with her full time job.

Am I alive or thoughts that drift away?
Does summer come for everyone?
Can humans do what prophets say?
If I die before I learn to speak,
can money pay for all the days I lived awake
but half asleep?

A life is time, they teach you growing up.
The seconds ticking killed us all,
a million years before the fall.
You ride the waves and don't ask where they go.
You swim like lions through the crest,
And bathe yourself in zebra flesh.

I've been downhearted, baby...
Ever since the day we met...
Unknown "MyBuddyNme" Adventurous - 16 years, 2 months, 5 days ago