Obsessed

Hello , my name’s... well, you don’t care. We don’t expect you’d be aware of all the girls and boys who write you all this noise. We’ve got to cut you off right now. You’ve got control we can’t allow. Somehow, we’ll make you see us.

You don’t know what you are doing. You don’t know the lives you’re ruining. You don’t know the games you’re playing. You don’t know the hearts you’re breaking.

We know everything about your team/film/book/band/cult/brand/magazine and we are wishing that you’d admire us right back. Behold; our ordinariness! We’ll guess that you’re hard to impress. We’re obsessed to make you see us.

My obsession will rest when you’re obsessed with me!


Call Us

You gotta call us, because we want to help you. You got a problem; you’re sick and you’re in denial, too. You gotta want us to try and help you. You got a problem; you’re sick and you’re in denial, too.

You drink all day, smoke all day, pop pills all day, and piss it away. Who’s watching your health? Who’s watching yourself? Who’s watching you? You sleep all day and party all night, piss it away and think it’s alright, but who’s counting your sins and watching your kids? Who’s watching you?



Mutiny

Thank you very much for bottling everything inside and not letting me fix what you’ve been breaking. Brewing on your assumptions and lies and the mistakes you thought that we were making.

This glass appears to be half full of one part mutiny. So I think we should break our hearts into two parts equally.

It’s not like you are safe to tamper. I’m looking forward to being far from you (and) your unstable, explosive temper and your contagiously negative mood.

Lets fake a smile and sing our cries in three part harmony. Sign the papers, and say goodbye just for our sanity.

We dream to believe that truth can be won. Is this the end, or have we just begun?

Fifty Mentions

I’ve been looking at myself; over fifty mentions. I’ve been all over the place; I’ve both won and lost the race. Over a thousand friends I’ll meet, a thousand I'll never know. I’ve won the lottery ten times and never had a dime.

Hate wastes your time and fate isn’t kind. So, find love before the last stop on your path.

I get sick at how bad it is. I get sick at how good it is. I am lost where I am now. I find I’m always lost somehow. As I’m looking at myself, looking like a tree of fate, I have only one thing that I have to bring.