Needs to get back into this

Ya know, I haven't done this since last September and so much has happened yet I cant think of words to say. Pretty much the only thing in my head right now is Jay Brannan and the play Bang Bang You're Dead. If you haven't heard of either, look 'em up.

"Applying moisturizer in the microwave window
for the tenth time, he should've called me an hour ago
would he be here with flowers if I lived in Arizona?

they say there's no love left in the big cities, it's kinda true
I guess you'll find me coming soon to a small town near you
I'll sell my guitar so i can by myself a tractor

---- this, this can't be my life
I've moisturized ten times tonight
why can't I sit down and write,
bring this question to light?

Do you want a lover, or do you want a life?
One hand or the other, the butter or the bread knife?
Do you choose winter, spring, summer, or fall?
It's driving me crazy that I can't have it all"


"I could give a million reasons
why we should not be friends
our moods change like the seasons
my mood ends your mood begins and
you’re a tease, you’re a cockblocker,
you’re a loudmouth -----, and a big talker,
but that’s okay
you’ll grow up someday"


"You say good start
I say perfect ending
This world has no heart
and mine is beyond mending

Wiping down menus of food I can’t afford
If this is my destiny then
why am I so bored?
...
Can’t write songs as well as you
Can’t play guitar
the way that I want to
...
Breaking up is hard to do
but waking up is harder
I had plans, and they fell through
now I’m back to beg and barter"


"if I could force you to love me, I would
you’d teach me not to be psycho, I know you could
give me one final chance, I’ll be good
never believed in love at first sight, but now I think I might"


"Three weeks and counting ‘til he’s on his way to France
Not a dime in his pocket but a ticket in his hand
He’s a cynical ------- but there’s hope in his eyes
It’s been a long time coming, spent a long time running from his insides

He tries hard to songwrite his way out of bed
But nothing tastes as clever as it sounded in his head
He wants to get his teeth wet and sink his feet in
He should have billions of dollars ‘cause every ---hole’s put two cents in

And he writes the songs
Yeah, he can say what he wants
Yeah, he can be who he wants to
And they say he’s wrong
But they keep tagging along
Yeah, they can leave if they want to
And his way will never meet yours
He’s got the world on his back
And watch him take it on all fours

And this world will soon be the death of him
And his voice will fade away
And his jeans will be all that’s left of him
And they’ll wonder if he was okay
And the Alkies will say it was drinking
And the preacher will say it was sin
And his mother will say he was thinking only of himself again
And the gays will say it was straight people
And the straights will say it was AIDS
And he’ll be in line at the gate, people still standing in his way"


"To the boy who should have loved me,
From the girl you could've had.
I promised not to send this letter,
I wouldn't want you to feel bad.
For not opening your heart to me,
For your unavailability.

I guess you're not required to like me,
But did you fake it just to spite me?

Well here's a little String-a-long song for you.
Just give up your pride, your past, your pain, your fear of intimacy
And string-a-long with me too.

Thanks for leading me on,
But this time I'm gonna be strong--
Although your disinterest kind of came as a surprise cause
You could see the sin and the sadness
And taste the gin and the madness
on my lips, and in my eyes well
I can't help that I wanna see you again.
But it takes two to start a string-a-long song
And only one... to make it end.

Well the Flake Syndrome is an epidemic
That spans the globe from town to town.
But I can't figure out why you put forth such an effort
To win me over, just to turn me down.
Cause your words are so soft and sweet,
But your actions are screaming.
And if you see me waiting around for you,
I hope you also see you're dreaming.

Thanks for leading me on,
But this time I'm gonna be strong--
I wish you weren't too scared to speak your goodbyes cause
The truth is I wish you well, thanks for saving me from hell
I owe you one of the few I got left of my nine lives.
Well, I can't help that I wanna see you again.
But it takes two to start a string-a-long song
And only one... to make it end."


"I’m not laughing because we fell through
it’s the stories they told us when we were younger about life and love
how our happiness lies in the hands of another
who’d fly in on the wings of a dove

well that’s the way the fairy tale goes
boy meets girl and they wed with roses
but that’s not the way it seems to be
and I’m pissed that they lied to me
cuz boy meets boy and boy runs away
or girl meets girl and she’s afraid to stay
we end up home alone watching court tv
not living ever after happily

you’re right
you are prince charming
onto the next princess when he’s bored with the last
he’s the hero of every story
he’s got his chapter in every girl’s book
he walks away with all the honor and glory
but I wonder what else he took

goodbye, Prince Charming
and drown Sleeping Beauty
shove Cinderella’s slipper where the sun don’t shine
toss The Little Mermaid back out to sea
cuz the Fairy Godmother had to perform another abortion today
and the Seven Dwarves live in the forest, of course, cuz they were driven away
but this part of the story could spark a cultural rage
so at the sound of the tone we just turn the page"


"perfect body, perfect smile
your touch renders me servile, I love the
the way you speak to me, so sweet yet obscene
the way you smell of chlorine

I'm addicted, and you'd agree
I crave you endlessly

they say your body's a temple, well, boy were they right
this feels so simple, I could kiss you all night
and I could spend forever in the palm of your hand"