This wasn't where I was planning on going with this. Although I see there being two meanings, and, even though the 2nd meaning is still not what I was originally going for, it's a big aspect of my life. (2 meanings.. I guess they are both the same meaning, but "she" would be two different things) ================= The piano that I never learned to play Is staring me down Like a portrait in a manteled frame It's all the same I could play you only if I knew how But I can't Don't you know how much I want it now I love the sound There's eighty eight keys to her heart But I only hold thirteen And I ask myself where can I start But I can't say anything to me Everything she sees is all in black and white It's tearing me down I just wish I could be in the light It'd be alright Those missing keys just haunt me more and more I've gone mad How do I get my feet off this floor And out the door There's eighty eight keys to her heart But I only hold thirteen And I ask myself where can I start But I can't say anything I wonder how I got this far And made it no where, it seems Where would I be if I could part Of all of these foolish dreams And I ask myself where can I start But I can't say anything

eh? -------- Girl, you’re Greyhound skinny My companion And I love it when you’re with me But when I hug you, I have to wear padding ‘Cause I’m afraid your elbows will stab me And I don’t want to snap those brittle bones You’re a walking xylophone I’m dating a lamppost My baby’s a lamppost I thought I was as thin as a ghost* Until I dated my lamppost My lamppost girl Well, I’m Pretty small myself But I’m Better off when it comes to health And beauty, well I can see right through you Your arms look much like a broom And I don’t want you to fly away on our date Please, just eat a steak I’m dating a lamppost My baby’s a lamppost I thought I was as thin as a ghost Until I dated my lamppost My lamppost girl Well, your anatomy is lacking And your arm is stabbing my back Please tell me why You chose this pill over fries And why can’t I see any thighs You know I, I almost cry ‘Cause you look like you’re about to die Actually you look like you died last year Ms. Skeleton walking near Are those your knees that I can hear Miss one more meal and you’ll disappear You’ll disappear You’ll disappear I’m dating a lamppost My baby’s a lamppost I thought I was as thin as a ghost Until I dated my lamppost My lamppost girl Well, baby I can see the outline of your baby And that’s honestly grossing me out ------------ *A reference to a lyric I've written before... about being skinny... or something... and I talked about being As thing as a ghost.

I think I need guy friends. Considering I don't have any. Literally...I don't have any. All my friends are girls. But I just don't get along with guys that well. There have been guys I've gotten along with, though. And have wished I could be friends with. But we never had mutual friends to bring two desk-neighbors together. So, I'm left with my girl friends. And I don't really want to grow up and be Paul Rudd from I Love You, Man. That is what I am right now. I'm the kid version of Paul Rudd from I Love You, Man. He's a nice guy and all.. I guess I don't hate being like him, it's just I would like to have a best man. I can have girl friends up the wazoo. (Uhm... rephrase that.) Yet, I lack in the dude department. And I don't want to not have anyone for my best-man and have to go guy searching for one. === It's just so hard for me to find a guy I can get along with. I met my friends guy friend the other day, and he just irked me. And most guys get that way with me. They irk me. Except for Canada and that other kid. They were actually nice, and calm, and likeable. Not in your face and your typical guy. ==== Idk. Sometimes it just worries me. And I think it worries other people too. That I literally Only hang out with girls. Unless someone brings along their boyfriend. ======= No, I didn't just watch I Love You, Man. But I did just watch She's Out Of My League, and he had guy friends. And I've always thought of myself as Paul Rudd's character in I Love You, Man... so I am comparing. === Si. Well. Au Revoir.

This is old. I've been looking through old documents to build off of doodles I had, and I found this. It doesn't make much sense, but I wanted to write something french. And this is what I ended up writing. ====================== C’est vrai Tu sais que je sais Que je peux parler un peu du français Et maintenant, je vais chanter de ma journée Le matin, j’ai vu un petit homme Il m’a dit « J’aime le samedi Parce que j’ai toute la nuit Pour dormir sur ma lit Et ma femme, elle n’est pas chez moi Alors, c’est très calme pour la reste de la journée » Et après, J’ai mangé beaucoup des bonbons Que j’ai volé de tout le monde Je suis un voleur Mais essayer ne pleurer pas C’est seulement des bonbons, pas des gens Ce n’est pas grave Eh, qui est dans le puits ? C’est le garçon qui a les cheveux sur les mains Il est très ridicule Je ne tiens pas à être comme lui Je suis heureuse Pourquoi ? Parce que je suis moi-même

She has the credit She could get you far Down the road in her sports car She doesn’t write And that’s not her voice But she turns the heads of all those boys And the girls envy And the girls cry And the boys have pictures they need to hide And she’s on the Radio See her on the screen For now, she’s got everything she’ll ever need She was born brunette Now she’s a blonde Find her each week in the salon Her poor school grades Are now her size But that’s ok, ‘cause they hypnotize And the girls envy And the girls cry And the boys have pictures they need to hide And she’s on the Radio See her on the screen For now, she’s got everything she’ll ever need ‘Cause she’s the quean* And we’re all pawns Even though her mind’s withdrawn She sits up there on her ivory tower Made for her in under an hour But one of these days One of these nights The lights will be too bright And she will slip And down she’ll fall But for now All the girls envy And all the girls cry And the boys have pictures they need to hide And she’s on the Radio See her on the screen For now, she’s got everything she’ll ever need -------------- *Quean - Not a misspelling of Queen. Quean is another name for a prositute.

I found this saved in one of my documents where I just have chunks of things I thought of. It's kind of short, but I don't want to ruin it by trying to make it longer. ========= He sits alone Shoes in the mud And while watching the cars Drive through the flood He said I can’t be me Well, I can’t be you I can’t be anything you want me to I tried to be Everything Everything I thought I should But I can’t be you Couldn’t come home Tonight was wrong Caught up in the beat Of a different drum Park bench furnished With a broken dream Saturday night Warmer than it seems Well I can’t be me And I won’t be you I can’t be anything you want me to I tried to be Everything Everything I thought I should But I can’t be you No, I won’t I won’t be you

If I were to ever be a famous singer, all my songs would be more on the acoustic, indie, not mainstream side. So this song is for when i (don't) become famous and have a career of not being like Lady Gaga. This is my "You gotta change your ways if you wanna make it in this world" song. ======== Never been big on the American dream Living it up on the New York scene Checkered cabs and sky scrapers More than one way A breath taker Some may say I’ve gotta get myself in the game Brand their eyes with lights, so they remember my name Meaningless words fall from the sky I’ll catch ‘em in my hand Give it a try So tonight I’ll let the taxi take me where I wanna go What can make it rhyme, let’s see, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Tonight You’re gonna see my name in lights You’re gonna see my name in lights You’re gonna see, see, see, see, see my name in lights Tonight You’re gonna see my name in lights You’re gonna see my name in lights You’re gonna see, see, see, see, see my name in lights, lights, lights, lights, lights Where do I go Where do I go Where do I go from here Paris, Rome Barcelona Somewhere far from here Stop me, stop me Stop me, stop me Stop me from taking this flight Paris, Rome Barcelona They don’t speak how I like But tonight, I’ll let the jet take me out to L.A. What can make it rhyme, let’s see, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Tonight You’re gonna see my name in lights You’re gonna see my name in lights You’re gonna see, see, see, see, see my name in lights Tonight You’re gonna see my name in lights You’re gonna see my name in lights You’re gonna see, see, see, see, see my name in lights, lights, lights, lights, lights What’s that they’re calling me, do I really care As long as everyone can smell my fame in the air Mindless drones and low respect But loaded up On drugs and sex Some may say I’ve gotta get myself in the game Brand their eyes with lights, so they remember my name Meaningless words fall from the sky I’ll catch ‘em in my hand Give it a try So tonight I’ll let the taxi take me where I wanna be Anywhere is good, ‘s’long as their looking at me Tonight You’re gonna see my name in lights You’re gonna see my name in lights You’re gonna see, see, see, see, see my name in lights Tonight You’re gonna see my name in lights You’re gonna see my name in lights You’re gonna see, see, see, see, see my name in lights, lights, lights, lights, lights You’re gonna, gonna, gonna, gonna See my name in lights, ights, ights, ights, i-i-i-ights

This has got to be the oddest thing I've ever created. I guess This is what happens when I get really bored The "P" paragraph is the only one that really makes any sense. ================ I caught my catfish at Canyon Cove Quickly catching the common cold Candy coated cones And cotton coats Keep ‘em comin’ ‘for the crack head croaks All my ancestors Burning bridges Cutting crusts Off of deli dishes An early exile A fallen fence post A greater general To Hell with hope I met a man in Mississippi Maybe Mr. McGee might miss me May be mundane Mais, les mains de ma mère Make the most moving mail for mother I am an Idol Of a juggling jester A kangaroo’s kick The legs of a leopard Maybe I’ll make Nine new names Only over At perfect post-fame People please pray, the priest is pleading A pages poem and the perished preaching Open your pockets For pennies and paper They pinned the poor boy of a perfect power A painful playoff A quail that quacks A rusty rooster Who sings too sad The teenage temper An ugly upstairs A vast valley And wigs cover white hair Well I saw myself inside Susie’s eyes And someone, somewhere, sang a soft surprise Sweet December wind Sweep these embers Send ‘em sailing on some Spanish ship A woman’s watch In an ex’s x-ray A youthful yak And a Zebra in a zoo cage

I think this is my new personal favorite. I could have made it longer, going further into life, but then it would be really long. Maybe I'll make a sequel to it someday. ================= Well, I’ve been thinking And I’m blaming you for everything The broken tree in front of my house That killed my cat that I had since I was three And the flood that came through That took away my trike and bowling shoes I know it’s not all that much But little things can be so much to lose Do you remember the winter of ‘98 The first year I learned how to skate You took me to a lake you found out in the middle of Hammers field I told you to check, because the water looked thin Your neglection caused me to fall in And I’ve been walking on only nine toes since, ‘cause it never healed Well, I’ve been thinking And I’m blaming you for everything There was that day I lost my dog Then found him shaved under your front porch swing It was the first day of high school You threw my pack in the swimming pool My Sharpies bled all over I lost my last shot at being cool Do you remember the spring of 2009 It was early in the dusk of our prime You told my neighbor I keep my scope near my East window She called my parents that night A car door ended the fight Now I have to live downtown with my aunt in the ghetto Well, I’ve been thinking And I’m blaming you for everything You called my girlfriend You told her I bought her a wedding ring Well, I never bought it I haven’t saved up the money yet And now she’s angry She thinks I gave it to my friend Jeanette Do you remember the summer of ‘89 You weren’t alive, but they had you in mind I’ve been thinking that I should build myself a time machine Maybe I’d set the motel on fire Or replace the bed with barbed wire But getting rid of you, maybe then I’d be lost in this world obscene Well, I’ve been thinking And I’m blaming you for everything

Driving down Seventeenth Windows rolled down, turn the radio loud Trying not to fall asleep Black out cold on the side of the road Better known as some boy Few in this town remember my face Just some random voice Tying to be something better If I don’t crash and burn Maybe I’ll make it down this road I could see the tables turn Baby, I could be king of this town Stalled on Seventeenth Left alone on the side of the road Walking on gravel feet I know I could be something better Everyone sees some boy I’ve seen too much to stick around They’re screaming just to make noise But I still hold the key out of this city Maybe if I keep on keeping it real Maybe I’ll just get by But maybe if I blow up, truth comes to show up I’d be on my way to something better