So tonight, we're begining to come around. and my heart is twitching a million beats per second. The butteflies on the inside look for ways to escape through unspoken words tied to the tip of my tongue. Because I never know what to say. and I can't just fidget with my keys to calm these nerves created from the feel of your legs entwined with mine. Maybe this chemical reaction in our minds will draw us near as we discover an aquired taste for an autumn breeze romance as the summer ends. Perhaps you and I could be valentines by Spring and not spend the holiday depriving our tired eyes of sleep and being metaphors for countless pieces of a broken heart scattered across the floor. Let's lean in closer and start something more...

Your Last Mistake Is The First Song On This Mixtape of Hate. Your lips say just the right things to cut straight through these heart strings and rip the clouds out of my wednesday morning glory skies provoking my leaky green eyes to do what they do best. They show how the emotions I have left (bottled up inside) take over my life. Like a cancer commiting to my slow suicide, I could rest in peace or pieces. but I can't decide (without our rhymes, I have no reason...) And behind these adlib senteces full of cliches about an autumn season, I'm wasting away quickly. and your excuses are quickly wasting away on me because I'm drunk with hate. I'll be hung over in the morning because of this, and you (it) make(s) me sick to my stomach (to feel like this) and I'm so sick and tired of feeling so tired and sick. and to be honest I'm also sick of your empty promise. But I'm slowly sobering up to the events that led to last night. and I show how the emotions I have left (bottled up inside) take over my life. Like a dull knife breaking our skin and cutting the ties. I could rest in peace or pieces, but I can't decide (without our rhymes, I have no reason...) to live.

Believing Liars Is Like Playing With Fire (You'll Get Burned Everytime) It's another day that's come and gone. Another conversation on the phone that's discussing what's gone wrong. "I'm not good enough for you?" Are you too good for an evening at home? Breaking plans for personal gains with a group of liars who are deceivingly deceiving. Who is it you're trying to be? Who am I to say I'm aiming to please, because it doesn't seem to be taking us anywhere anymore, or anywhere at all. So why did I even make this telephone call? I hate to hear you cry, but you hate to love that look in my eyes that's screaming, "It's over!" Do you really think it's over? Well, I'll make an exception, if you accept the new direction we're taking down this rocky road. Maybe we're not worth it, and your love is the barrel of my gun. So tell me please, while its still loaded, am I standing at the right end? Do I wear you out when I'm wearing thin? Or would you rather wear your heart on your sleeve like a badge of honor from another has been? That's okay, I'll just rip it off every time, and then I'll meet you on the corner to dry your eyes. The heart has a funny way to tickle it's way through stop signs to make ends meet. I can buy you a drink or two before you leave, then sit alone as all these empty chairs watch me getting used to watchig you (walk away) and wishing you were still mine.

I'm breaking legs and you're breaking promises on stage, tonight. Looks like we're gonna cheat on death one last time. I wish I could play this character in reality beyond studio lights. Because it would make feeling lonely, feel just fine. All the Q-cards and scripts remind me that everything you say is well rehearsed and taped to your tongue. My eyes are like cameras, I'm gonna film it all and keep them rolling. The fights are becoming old eventhough this night's still young. The climax of the plot is when we've hung up our guns. The story's unfolding. We've been nominated for an Academy Award of Scars to show apprecaition for our shame. They know we're in it for the heart breaks and costly mistakes, not just for the fame. We'll pay the price of our over-acting skills and become legends behind the scenes. There are no bloopers on the gag real, just stars in action on the motion picture screen. With camera's still rolling, the storyline is blurred due to the outrage and strife. Looks like we're not gonna be cheating death this time. I'm always the victim of your antagonist behavior and poor insight. You make me feel lonely, and I'll never feel fine. All your guest appearances and my improv confuse the producers and movie script writers. But viewers seem to be drawn into the high impact situations without commercial breaks. The romantic comedy has gradually gained a Parental Advisory with dramatic one liners. I'm only complaining to keep myself busy, because there's quiet on the set way too late. We've been nominated for an Academy Award of Scars to show apprecaition for our shame. They know we're in it for the heart breaks and costly mistakes, not just for the fame. We'll pay the price of our over-acting skills and become legends behind the scenes. There are no bloopers on the gag real, just stars in action on the motion picture screen.