let me be the one you fight and call mr. right.

sometimes you make me feel like such a prick that even  i'm convinced that i'm the one that sick, you can fuse and bitch, you can cut your wrist, or you can choke on the blood from the tongue you bit.

you remind me of me, that's not a compliment run from all things till they gone.

now a city full of pain pills and tattoo's defend me.

it's everything but me.

i never wanted to hurt you i only wanted to love you but i don't know how.

she says that she still wants a friendship, i can't live my life without you as a friend, i can't figure out why i give damn for what she want's.

the indifference within the shadows of every fight.

i'm going to finish my drink and have another while you think about how you used to be my lover.

i sleep next to woman i don't deserve, that like to hurt my pride while i work there nerves.

i love this fucking whore with all my hart.

i have had better sex in jail.

i got this phone number to this weakness i know that can but me back together make me feel whole, then break me down and take me apart.

i do believe in god cause i keep coming across these fine woman with low self esteem.

i can't seem to make my bed, much less my mind.

hello miss would you be interested in some sexual positions and emotional investments.

she only loves someone so she has someone to run from.

she don't listen, so he don't speak no more, nobodys winning, cause neither is keeping score, i don't want to think no more, just let me drink somemore, so pour me another cause i can still see the floor.

i got a few blocks left before i hit my destination yet i don't know where i'm going.

and she loved me more then i could imagain so i waited till she slept then i steped into traffic. 

ex-lover and a best friend, best lover and a ex-friend i'll bend for alcoholic sentimentalism and the rhythm of religion.