I've walked down that dark street before
Went up that drive-way and knocked on the door
When the house stirred, I let out a sigh
Ran away and forgot to hide

Wrote my name upon a wall
But the name was false, and the wall was small
Called out loud to the starlit sky
But no one heard my desperate cry

Fell inside and broke my heart
Then couldn't find the missing parts
Filled my glass at dawn and dusk
But we were far from giving up

A restless soul on sleepless nights
Took to words by candle light

There is no place in here to hide
So if you are me,
then who am I?

A Saint, a Sinner, a Child, a Lie.
A Cynic, a Critic, a regular guy.
A man with an idea that refuses to die,
but with a memory that fades
along with life.

I took the road less traveled by
Broke my heart then remembered to cry,
Thinking to myself
All the while:

I've

never

felt

so

Alive!

I really am just full of all kinds of ****
You deserve better than to have to listen to it
Yet there you are
And here I am
And I can only stand to be
Exactly what I am (tonight)
So go on and tell me
How much better off you are without me
I'll say it's okay
But then I'll still try to stay
Until you finally tell me to go the **** away
I'm not going to argue
Because I know it's true
I don't want to be your sweetheart
I just want to play with you

Let's all have a pity party
I'll share with you all my laments
Then you can croon your condolences
So that the healing can commence

Let's all share some sympathy
And mewl and condescend
Let's all feel better about ourselves
At someone else's expense

We'll be nice
And give advice
Convinced that we are ever so kind
Our victim will be flattered by our attention
By the fact that we took out the time

Let's guilt them into forsaking their self worth
And bend their will to suit our own
We'll reduce them to the status of a begging dog
And then we'll throw them a bone

Individuality is to be abhorred
As are the flaws in their body and face
We have to all get together on this
Someone's got to put them in their place

Then we'll hang a sign around their neck
Which reads "Don't Be Anything Like Me"
This is turning out to be a great success
What a grand ol' Pity Party!

I'm broke like a joke that ain't even funny
I'm pretty good at everything except making money

I never cared for its garish symbolism
Its incongruity between power and weight
Or the increase of gravity you get with the more that you make

I endeavor to remain just as light as a feather
But if you feel obliged to give me some
Why that's all the more better!

You're so sweet
I think I'll need dental work before this operation is complete
I intend to fill your cavity

Just a routine cleaning
I'm clearing out this buildup inside of me
Transfusing it into you
Open wide and say "Ah"

Tricky temptress
What's your damage
A throbbing tumescence
An internal hemorrhage
Count slowly back from ten while I put you under

Prepared for the incision
I handle my tool with precision
My IV dripped solution has got all these patients wishin'

I will donate this ***** to whoever needs a heart

There was one night that we hung out and goofed off, doing absolutely nothing serious.
    He told me his dream, his number one fantasy was to have *** with a mermaid.
I giggled.
    Hours later, I admitted that I wanted to be Ariel at Disneyland when I grew up.
He said 'that's so cute!
    Our flirting lasted hours. That's the last I've seen of him, but 2 months later I still
    think about that night every day.  And every day, I just think:
*Kiss the girl.

The Dentist's Assistant at
the Dental Clinic
is without man.
For the 15 years I've gone there
she has watched movies
and has been single.

She has a rabbit.
Her life revolves around
her DVR and
trips to Disneyland,
but the needle that holds her spinning universe
up
is that rabbit.

Like an immovable Jenga brick,
one as stone,
the one that can't be pulled,
held onto so tightly by the other bricks --
their love.
But with enormous force, you can tear it apart.
That one little brick and the whole tower
collapses. Smashing the table.
Destroying her.

The simplest way to **** someone is to tear out their heart
and show it to them.

I think of you
the same way
modern society thinks of hygiene.
You are severely undervalued by most
and eternally needed.

Dearly beloved, are you listening?
Listen to me, now.
And listen carefully...don't laugh...
I like you. A lot.
No
More specifically,
I like your ****** hair.
It attracts me to you more than...well more than something that strongly attracts something else.
Your ****** hair may just be the best part of your face.
But I wouldn't know,
I can only see small parts of your face around your beard anyway.
I like that you are a man.
A strong, ****, beard and mustache bearing man.
You are different than most boys your age in high school.
You are a ******* man.
And I want to stroke your
beard.