Concerns About Whatsername

We spent the day alone.
Jerks don't deserve her, maybe she deserves the jerks.
I've spent so many times going over memories, maybe it's time I become one of them.
I look at the clock to count down the days so maybe it's time to be the countdown.
With all this talk about bullets, maybe it's time one of them belongs in me.
When she's gone without goodbye, maybe I need to let go.
By the definition of tomorrow, maybe I don't belong there.
After fading in on the bleeding walls, maybe take time to analyze the floor.
Because porn has lost it's purpose, maybe wipe the tears from her black cheeks.
Maybe say good night.
Maybe say good bye.
Maybe...
Maybe one day she'll realize that her dreams are my nightmares.
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Maybe one day I'll hang in there.
Maybe she'll be that one that I fought for and against.
Maybe I can ask her for once.
Maybe friends are all we can be.
Maybe she won't forget and she'll be eager to listen to what went on before I met her.
Maybe I'll finally learn where she came from.
Maybe she's not so jumpy after all.

Maybe...

Maybe they'll both be there.
Maybe I'll still be the favorite.
Maybe they'll be there.
I will be.

Highschool Part I

To Juliet: I confess that I've undressed you in the corners of my mind
It just goes to show you that I can be alone and still have a good time

Hanging and banging on your high window sill
Longing to belong, I'll hang on with all my will

I wanna shoot myself in the brains, I can't explain
To relationships to which I can't commit, this is it

Sing to me Juliet Razorback
I'll be here.
Sing to me Juliet Razorback
I'll be near.

I've waited, outdated, contemplated all night
I've slept and wept, I kept letters you'd write

Crying and dying on the eve of seventeen
Flying, but whining about how you can't leave

I wanna shoot myself in the brains, I can't explain
To relationships to which I can't commit, this is it

Sing to me Juliet Razorback
I'll be here.
Sing to me Juliet Razorback
I'll be near.

Juliet I confess that I've undressed you in my mind
It just goes to show I can be alone and have a good time

Hanging and banging on your high window sill
Longing to belong, I'll hang on with all my will

Sing to me Juliet Razorback
I'll be here.
Sing to me Juliet Razorback
I am here.

Standing on my Beat up car

You apparently don't care.
Or maybe we're not trying hard enough to
Understand the situation

Don't try to say anything now
Other than an apology
Nothing else really matters right now
To me

Growing pains? Changes?
Is there a logical reason though sometimes it seems
Voluntary
Everyone else doesn't notice

Another reason I don't know?

Stupid events, why?
How is this happening?
Is it me? Is it you?
Together?

heart stop defribillation
no time for contemplation
watching window condensation
feel another dying sensation
help i need an operation
to stop this complication
i might need a vacation
screw authorization
i have no motivation
i have no inspiration
i don't need masturbation
i hate masturbation
i want creation
not in my imagination
i hate your sanitation
i love my nation
fuck rhyme schemes