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*can't rain all the time* I can't sleep and the streets are wet with rain hattrick coheed flowing from my headphones but I can still hear the fresh scratch scratch of this bic against this clean, fresh page the rain outside reminds me that there's a voice on the wind that I don't recognize and I listen but I still can't comprehend I still can't possibly know what you're trying to say to me it's been 2 1/2 years now this atmosphere is haunted skipskipskip record player triptrip on me guitar on the hip what words on what lips could bring you back to the point where you could stand without falling over and landing fac

~Busride~ voices self-conflicted self-inflicted pain masochist everyday on the way to the box boyfriend-girlfriend cataclysmic disorder needles and affiliates he said-she said broken trust and nails breakups make-up(s) take up time and power empowerment envisioned see the day and take it or carpe noctem seizing and worshipping the night the pain ridiculous enchantment everyday everyday everyday on the way to the box ...go ahead and conform...

coladapins in justins car by midnight in streetlight time is in the distance cars zoom by under the rain not cautious to the slick asphault but their tires grip for comfort security lies under the floor mats in the backseat dirty needles lay next to empty bottles but you can't see them now and time is lost Justin's in the front behind the wheel moonlight bounces off his blonde spikes pouring in from the sunroof shedding light on the response Sandy's in the front too but shes leaned against her window and covered in shadow hordin an MD 20 Tom sits in the back with me we're both in shadow with a zyppie of pins shady as

i let my guard down for a second i felt so safe with you then i looked through and you screamed and all the glass shattered you got away alright unharmed, few minor scrapes but this is what i get for finding the truth im pulling broken glass out of my eyes once again you think i wouldve learned by now after every slice is scarred over or at least youd think theyd serve as silent reminders or something youd think id have the sense to back away as i rip the shards out my skin is numb it doesnt phase me theres no pain yet im crying theres no blood but im wincing and giving hisses of disgust its so sad when youre so us