The East has stolen what the West may want.

Scream at the last thing that you said.
There's no hope in love, it's just inside your head.

Point of extinction.

It's about that time again where I start hating everything. Starting with who I am,
and ending with how I got here. I've been awake for days on end singing "Life is for the living and sleep is for the dead." But I need a good night's sleep to stop this aching in my head.

I won't sleep because when I sleep I'm just wasting time. I've been tired for years, but I guess that's the price I pay for trying to make the most of my time, yeah the most of this life.

It's about that time again where I start questioning everything. Starting with where I'm at, and ending with why you're not here. I stayed up on the phone until 5AM just to calm you down when you were living all alone in that empty house with all those terrible sounds. They kept you awake, so you kept me around.

It's about that time where I start answering everything. Starting with "I never meant..." and ending with "I'll make the same mistakes a million times before I get it right. Will I ever get it right?"

Wish you were here.

Figure it out.

I think I realized that trying to go somewhere else to figure out who you are inevitably leads to the realization that you are the same person you have always been no matter what place you are at and you might as well go home and be with the people who already know who you are and love you anyway.

Get your head straight.

So stoked to be moving out tomorrow! :D
I can't wait to have my own room.
And live with sweet dudes instead of annoying girls.
And pretty much just have personal space for the first time in eight months.
So stoked.

The tension and the terror.

Sometimes I just can't explain all the ways you devastate me. Always on my mind.

To be happy now.

Tonight was the best night I have had in a long time. If you don't already know what I'm talking about then you missed out on either an awesome night or an awesome story. I hate ignorant business owners. I love my family, my friends and my band. I love playing on the floor and feeling like maybe we're all part of something bigger than ourselves for two hours.

I'm truly happy for the first time in a long time. It feels good. Despite that little thing that's always in the back of my mind.

But the regrets are killing me.

You know what I hate?
How I still really like you.

"Well I'm not dead yet, but the regrets are killing me."

It's everybody's fault but mine.

Found the original six Straylight Run demos from 2003. The last time I had them was near the end of that year, which means I have been without them for over five years now. I am so happy about this.

You're a woman, I'm a machine.

Another night out with these single serving friends, waking up the morning after. Another day, another year and I'm feeling old, time just moves a little faster. We all twist and turn, we all break and bend 'til we're all turned backwards but we never change. The good times always end soon after they begin and I'm still the same. We always stay the same.

But tonight, tonight. We're gonna party like it's 1999. And tomorrow we'll wake up to the same old 9 to 5. Breathe in, breathe out. Smoke in your mouth. Press that cigarette to your lips, and it's all I can think about. The taste on my tongue and forgetting how this ever could've been fun. And I've had my doubts for a long time now, but aren't we just too young to be growing up?

I pace the floors in this house and take a look around, all of these people move just like that radio sounds. They're in my head, I can't forget and they were fun for a few nights and that was it. And they have got the hook to just pull you in, then they are there and their songs, they never end. I was singing along, but now I can't escape and it gets so old, I've gotta find someplace where I can be myself.
(Whoever that is these days.)

Oceans.

I started sending you a note on how "I hope that you’re happy". I hear you’re somewhere in the sand, and how I wish I was an ocean. Maybe then I'd get to see you again.

Why am I scarred from what she did to me? Why cant I trust anyone? No, not even me. Why don’t I just give in, have a drink and shake some hands?

I love The Format. Good bands should quit breaking up.

I'll never love again.

Until I can fill the void left in your bed, I'll never find my place there in your head.
You said, "I'm giving up, this is just not worth it. You know I care but I just can't see us making it out alive. This is goodbye." But those things I said to you, you know I meant them all. I really thought this could be something worth my time.

I guess I wasted an awful lot of nights on the phone with you, just passing the time 'til you found your old drugs and new friends. Hung me out to dry, but that's how it always ends.

Have you heard this all before? I know it's been said a million times. Will admitting this make me less obvious, make you think that i'm still clever and full of wit? You know this message hides in between these lines, I'll spell it out 'til it's impossible to miss.

Have you heard this all before? I know it's been said a million times. Will admitting this make me less obvious, can you still see that I am cliche and full of shit? You know "Please come back" hides in between these lines, I'll spell it out 'til it's impossible to miss. I'll never love again.

It's been eighteen days since I last saw your face and now this picture is all I have, but I doesn't feel right looking at it now. Because I know that it was meant for times when I was supposed to miss you, not for times like this when I cannot forget you even though I know I should be over this by now.

Hold on.

She had a history of killing herself, I had a habit of dying.

I think she gave me something to live for. I guess I helped her pass her time.

And I had a vision of seeing things straight, she had the heart of a liar.

I never saw her leaving me once, she never felt me beside her.

It's cruel but she's got a good hold on me.