Chicago Is So Two Years Ago

its stuck in my head.


my heart is on my sleeve
wear it like a bruise or blackeye
my badge, my witness
that means that i believed
every single lie you said

cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains i went through to avoid you
and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention i still hate you

but there's a light on in chicago
and i know i should be home
all the colors of the street signs..
they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house

she took me down and said:
"boys like you are overrated. so save your breath."
loaded words and loaded friends
are loaded guns to our heads

cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains i went through to avoid you
and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention i still hate you

but there's a light on in chicago
and i know i should be home
all the colors of the street signs..
they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house

you want apologies
girl, you might hold your breath
until your breathing stops forever, forever
(...every pane of glass) the only thing you'll get
is this curse on your lips:
(every pane of) i hope they taste of me forever

and there's a light on in chicago (every pane of glass)
and i know i should be home (every pane of)
all the colors of the street signs.. (every pane of glass!)
they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's

with every breath i wish your body will be broken again, again
with every breath i wish your body would be broken again, again
with every breath i wish your body will be broken again, again
with every breath i wish your body would be broken again

durmio.

chicago will sleep.
i wont.

as fair as a rose.

im on another one of my "what's wrong with humanity" rants.
rose sent me a picture of a girl.
"HAHAHA. OMG THIS GIRL IS SO FAT. LOOK AT HER LOLOL."

the girl is a size six, that looks like a 4.
she's actually super pretty.

shes not a model
she did not ask to be a model
she does not want to be a model
why is she being judged that way.

"in the fashion world, shes fat, janaye."
i feel so sorry for rose right now that she actually has to condescend on people and judge them in unfair catagories.
this girl isnt tyra banks, no shit sherlock.
so why does she have to be judged against a world-renowned model in a competition for who-is-prettier?
hell, im pretty, but im not asking to be judged against tyra. fuck yeah, id lose, with some dignity.




"model perfection" is such an unfair standard to set someone too.
if we all tried to be the model ideal, we'd be
A) Emaciated
or
B) Dead.

pete wentz post.

swatting friends down like flies, except my friends don't watch me from the walls.
back seat driver, taking the wheel.
it's not that im miserable, it's that i want people more miserable than me.
drag me down with you?
theres a light on in chicago, but i can't make the long distance phone call to tell them to go to sleep.
chicago wont sleep.
but productive meets destructive, and our silver arrows miss the burning targets.
tell me,
can you shoot one more?
im taking out one bird with two stones; f scott fitzgeralds "the great gatsby" and a night of no sleep.
let's be cliche; i miss my dog.

xo.