I'll Think Of A Reason Later

She’s “pretty”
The kind of pretty you see in magazines
only in magazines

The kind of
“Pretty” achieved through eating disorders
or plastic surgery.


So yeah I don’t like her
In fact I think I hate her


I took one of her pictures
and blacked out some of her
teeth and added horns


I don’t care what her personality is
Whether she’s kind or not


Yes I realise this is childish
but I don’t care


I really hate her
I’ll think of a reason later

Rain

Tell me something
What makes you think
That you can treat me
Like this?
What is it about me
That makes you so this?
Really I want to know
Cause I don’t think I can
Take it any more...
It’s falling down
But will the sun
Come out again?
I can’t take this
Rain.

Just By Being You

We run, far from the city line
It’ll just be the two of us
Running for the answer
The truth...
We’ll tell each other
Everything,
Taking turns telling
Secrets.
You’ll be my angel
And I’ll be yours...
No matter what
Because you take me to
Heaven just by being
You.

Are You Going To Kiss Me Or Not?

The two of us... well its
almost always just the
two of us, up there on my
roof, under the stars
where we shared our first
kiss, and you tentatively leaned
toward me, and I called you on
being a coward...
When it was just the two
of us, we didn’t care what
the others thought because
it was always just us...
We went to collage... together
of course... and graduated
and that night, under the stars,
you got down on one knee.
Months later we’re at the alter
and we both say I do, and the
preacher says “You may now
kiss the bride.” You hesitate and
the only thing I can think to say is
“Are you going to kiss me or not?”