| Arms tied to waists
You put on a great show
You've got the lead
I've got front row
The audience is fooled
Your words are contrived
And under that costume
Lies all of your pride
Don't hog the splotlight
Get off the stage
You didn't fuck me up
I came this way
You're bleeding weak lines
But that's nothing new
Don't apologize now
You missed your cue
"It's alright", you say,
"I own this stage"
But in case you forgot
I wrote this play... |
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| it's not sipping your hurt away.
besides forgetting never came as easy for me.
tonight it's the taste of your lips in midseptember
vs. the endorphines running around my head
and you've never had worse competition.
skipping through summer pages of wasted ink
i forgot that i always knew you were bad news.
but i found the cure to basement days and attic nights.
hey baby, tonight it's not your fault that i feel alright. get jealous sweetheart.
he said you miss me way worse, -rachel |
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| i'm coasting on potential.
towards a wall at a hundred miles an hour.
-rachel |
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| ryan cabrera is a pussy.
how about i feel forty kinds of "fuck you".
just around the corner is not far enough away...
get me the hell out of this town.
listen to armor for sleep
and the academy is....
they will rock your world i promise.
i've never hated anyone like i hate you.
i wasn't lying when i said i was done.
but you have to keep pushing this farther than it ever should've gone.
please don't call me to yell at me for what you do with 16 yearold girls.
by all means chris, fuck little girls.
stop calling.
what pisses me off more than anything is how much time you wasted.
and that i didn't have the guts to end this way before you knew.
and mostly the words that you try to break me with.
get the fuck over yourself.
this is me wishing you into the worst situations,
xoxo
<3
rachel
ps-i take back everything i said up until "fuck you".
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| as if this happening wasn't bad enough i got to go
and write a song just to remind myself how bad it sucked
-brand new i don't want to talk to your friends. and i don't need to explain myself. your excuses don't mean a thing. and i don't know what i'm worth but i'm sure that it's more than you can spare. you look so cool when you tell me to crash my car. when did you get so clever? and i can't get this out of my head. these songs are making me sick. you're bad news and a waste of time. and you're one for putting a smile on their faces. take your fucking taste back. why does this mean so much? i'll go the long way home and skip the part where i look for your car parked outside of your house. this was a mistake. and the hands i held were the same ones you forgot about me with. i'm dying to be held again. but 'i'm the kind of kid that can't let anything go'. the good and the bad are making my head spin. forget my name while you're at it. and i'll fake it like this never happened. why don't these words make me feel okay. you're still making desperate look so cool. and i never actually believed that you changed anyway. here's to the nights when my eyes wouldn't shut. here's to your hands on the small of my back. here's to the person you thought you hid so well. let's end this right here. i'm sleeping my way out of this one.
with anyone who'll lie down.
anyone will do tonight<3 i hope they taste of me forever.
<3rachel we could've made them so jealous.
i really gotta hand it to you.
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