I like a girl with caked up makeup in the sunshine smoking cigarettes to pass the time who wakes up to a bottle of wine on the nightstand bites and scratches the blinds but I ain’t found one quite right yet so I step with pep to the park or supermarket her apartment best be messy And Lisa don’t mind when I call her Leslie she’s gotta dress with class and Jean Paul Gaultier and a Hermes bag and four inch tips made of ostrich sharp enough to slit your wrists her lips spread gossip won’t say sorry when she offends she comes over to my place in her old man’s Benz in gold and silver and jewels of all colors and she doesn’t take them off when we’re tearing up the covers
come on and get it before I change my mind come on kid, don’t waste my time so rich, so pretty the best piece of ass in the whole damn city so rich, so pretty…
I like a girl who eats and brings it up a sassy little frassy with bulimia her best friend’s a plastic surgeon and when her Beamer’s in the shop she rolls the Benz manis and pedis on Sundays and Wednesdays money from mommy lovely in Versace costly sprees, it’s on at Barney’s and I love to watch her go through fifty g’s calmly she gets naughty with her pilates body and thinks it’s really funny when her nose goes bloody 'cause the blow is so yummy and it keeps her tummy empty and makes her act more friendly dance the night away and she won’t say nothing when she makes your man stray
For some reason this 3OH!3 song has been on repeat on my Ipod for the past week. I just can’t stop listening to it.
And if i had something to say to you i’d whisper it softly, Kiss you on your rosey lips and never let you off me. Shiver on your roof and see your face lit by starlight, Hold you through the night and watch that colorado sunrise.
I’ve got five fingers on each hand for every mistake that i’ve made Cuz my tongue is tied to tonsles and i need to shit and shave Im a shade to pale for handsome and have habits i can’t shake And if you try to take that from me well i’ll never be the same
Train wreck that i am And i am what i am what i am A train wreck, that i am And i am what i am what i am A train wreck
And as long as it’s okay with you i think i’ll stay right here. I got no where to go cuz where to go is up to you, dear. Happy as a clam i see the glimmer in your eyes. Hold you through the night and watch that colorado sunrise.
No car and never cared cared because i got no place to go. But in a room, (a single wall?) i couldn’t pay a plant to grow You can try and make this pretty, pick up all my dirty clothes. And if you never really get me then i guess you’ll never know the
“If this girl can give a soul to those who have lived without one, if she can create the sense of beauty in people whose lives have been sordid and ugly, if she can strip them of their selfishness and lend them tears for sorrows that are not their own, she is worthy of all your adoration, worthy of the adoration of the world. This marriage is quite right. I did not think so at first, but I admit it now. The gods made Sibyl Vane for you. Without her you are incomplete.”—The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
“She is all the great heroines of the world in one. She is more than an individual. You laugh, but I tell you she has genius. I love her, and I must make her love me.You, who know all the secrets of life, tell me how to charm Sibyl Vane to love me! I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter, and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain. My God, Harry, how I worship her!”—The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
“When one person suffers from a delusion, it is called insanity. When many people suffer from a delusion it is called a Religion.”—Robert M. Pirsig (Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values)
It’s late and I am tired Wish I could spark a smile The place is flying high but right now I wanna be low Don’t wanna move an inch Let alone a million miles And I don’t wanna go but I know I gotta go
I just want to feel alive
The times you don’t wanna wake up 'Cause in your sleep it's never over when you give up The sun is always gonna rise up You need to get up, gotta keep your head up Look at the people all around you The way you feel is something everybody goes through Dark out, but you still gotta lie up You need to wake up, gotta keep your face up
Seems like the more you grow The more time you spend alone Before you know it you end up perfectly on your own The city’s shining bright But you don’t see the light How can you concentrate on things that don’t make you feel right
I just want to feel all right
I’m looking for more than a little bit I’m gonna have to find my way through it Gonna leave a mark I’m gonna set a spark I’m coming above the ground
Let’s try to remember these days back in December Our lives were very different I was lonely when we first met A small upstairs apartment Driving through the darkness to get back home Before they knew you were even gone
You don’t have to speak because I can hear your heartbeat Fluttering like butterflies searching for a drink You don’t have to cover up how you feel when you’re in love I’ll always know I’m not enough to even make you think
Please, slow down, girl We’re moving way too fast for their world We’ve gotta make this last
I miss you so much, a self-inflicted coma The days drag on like marathons running with bare feet And when I feel the stress, I’m lonely and depressed I picture you in the dress you wore four weeks ago
I know it hurts to feel so all alone I’m by myself, more then you could know
If only they were all alone… They were all alone… They were all alone… They were all alone…