I'm joining the circus.

If it were up to me
Girls would judge a man’s attractiveness
By how well he could juggle and
I’d be pulling 7’s and 8’s
All day long.

That one definitive moment when it was something new.

They don't appreciate me here.
Thats not the truth,
But it makes me feel less guilty
When I masturbate to your photos
In the private restroom.

Robots

I like to think that
The whole time she was sitting on that couch
She was thinking:
"God, I hope he kisses me."
Ha, not this time,
motherfucker.

1997/98

When I was twelve years old I shot a bird with a BB gun.
I don't know why.
It just lay there, twitching.
I went and got my step-father and he made me step on it to teach me a lesson.
All I learned is that he was an asshole
And I needed a more powerful gun.

I really like a fuzzy distortion.

This is where the sun lived.
It was warm but not hot like the summer.
Things were happy.
But then I found out about girls and how crazy they are.
That’s when the shit hit the fan.

Send all of your kingdom's gold.

You can't see the stars anymore.
They say its because of all the city light.
But I see the kids looking up at night because
They can still see magic.

Do you remember what the music used to mean?

When I was little we’d go to his grave
On the way there I’d ask
“Why are those piles smaller?”
But now I know
That they don’t bury action figures
And my best friends little brother
Had never worn a cape before.

People that need fetishes do it to take emotion away from the relationship.

We were sitting on her roof
And I asked:
“Do you ever wonder what will happen when the world stops spinning?”
She said “no”.
And I felt stupid
Because she already knew
That I loved her.

Gays want to get married.

Every second of my life I wonder
“Am I doing this right?”
I think too much.
That’s what I hear.
But no one asked you,
Mr. President.

Stop texting me

I spend most of my weekends

alone.
I mean,

my friends are there,

but you aren’t.
So I guess what I’m saying is:

"Give me back my t-shirt."

3/18/08

Speak strange. God, I can’t stand to think you’ll forget my face. You know when it feels like everyone you ever love grows up and moves away and you’re just stuck here, waiting on something you can’t seem to make? You have the most irreverent things to say and I feel like that may be why you’ll definitely be the death of me. Let’s get away. All these houses look the same. I can’t wait to watch them fade or burn up in the bright light of whatever I make myself out to be eventually.

She was always

far too beautiful for me anyway.