wear your demons on your sleeve, and bite your lip baby-when you're closetalkin' me.

Humility never got anybody anywhere, and I don't care because I never expected anything-a mind that thinks in lyrics and melodies these days; a worlds of conceptualizing laying behind me...a pretty girl on the porch and a nervous beating highschool heart that makes you wonder why you can't ever pool confidence from past lovers-past accomplishments. Come home and take a three hour nap; not because you're tired; but because looking at pictures of her still somehow breaks your heart-sleep out of sadness and barely bring yourself to waking up-like she said, i'm not suicidal, i just can't get outta bed; but I can do anything when there's drinks to be had-arguments you to be argued-wars to be fought-people to be judged.

He starts talkin' like a tape I've heard too many times before, despite the fact I tell him that his story has already been told-talkin' like a tape while his annoying girlfriend innaccurately interprets positions and arguments-all the law school in the world couldn't gift some people with critical reasoning skills. And there's a spark in your eye when you're angry; and people who point it out to you piss you off too. I don't care if I look good tonight; I'll only look ugly when I'm sober anyways. Lately, a lot of birds have been flocking to you and you're too hungry to not spill your servings all over your crotch-she takes your hand and pulls you into the washroom-girls who just want to fuck still rub you the weird way; I tell her I move slower than that, though i'm thinkin about doing nasty things; if only i didn't have to bring her home to take her clothes off.