******* your chucks,
Go work on a swagger,
Build your castles big,
The skies have never looked better,
Aren't you infectious?
It ***** 'cause it matters
Have you affections?
You ****** where it matters..

And i twist..and i turn...
when you're all soundly asleep...
And i twist..and i turn...
For i have...

Been waiting for a letdown the size of my hope,
Been aching for that perfect antidote,
Been shutting up my thoughts 'cause i gotta stop....

Writing you a song.

******* the bus,
I saw you but you will never know,
I saw how the others looked at you but i don't want to be anything like them.

******* the bus,
You look amazing and you scare the **** out of me,
I do want your number but i can see what is to come and it plays in my head like a broken record,

******* the bus,
I wish our paths never did crossed so i don't ever wonder what do you do,
I wish i did not have to feel angry when those boys harrassed you.

******* the bus,
why did you have to get off the same bus stop? and then walk the same way?
why did you hurried your footstep behind me? as if to let me know we live close by..

******* the bus,
You're a 10, i'm a 2,
i'm the kind of guy the phrase "let's just be friends.." was probably made for,
So let's cut this short, *******.

Met a girl from Ipoh,
Met a boy from Borneo,
Met a lady from Japan
and she's flying back home at 1.23 am to make it in time for work tomorrow.

Met another girl from Jakarta
and she helped me to take some pictures,

And then there were these 3 ladies from Thailand.

Did you guess where i was yet?

I was at a Mew concert alone but not lonely.

Ignore me, i'm just nobody,
I'm just someone who thinks he's paid all his dues enough,
so he can refute...

"Trust no..one but yourself"
Everyone says that but i know it's a bad idea..

It's not my place to say,
it's not my place at all,
And though my words they fade,
I'm certain my will will crawl..

But this is the closest i've been..to myself

Promise me, that you'll lie to me,
'Cause everything happens in reverse
And it would all be okay...

Crying? oh now you're crying..
You pick the best fucken time to cry,
oh yeah, you fucken did..

It's not my place to say,
it's not my place at all,
And though my words they fade,
I'm certain my will will crawl..

But this is the closest i've been..to myself

I don't want to be lonely,
I just wanna be alone.

Sometimes you just happen to meet a girl, in blue high-cut chucks at a gig and there's just something about her that makes you want to give her all that she ever wanted.

Everything you think she wants,
you somehow believe she deserves to have them...and you find out what she likes and then you realize...every single thing she wants are the exact same things you've always wanted for yourself.

But you are not the thing she wants.
She wants that baby-faced bass player, that one bearded gum-chewer and that one deep lyricist

And all the complications they bring with them.

I am the commotion,
That you would not care to listen,
I'm trapped inside a box labelled "Maybe"
I'm trapped inside a box labelled "Maybe"

God, i'm frying..

I rather get erections,
From staring at a walrus,
We know you've got it all now baby,
But we don't need all at all, no baby.

God, i'm frying..

I'm here,
Then i'm there.

i keep you close.
i keep you.

i may be tall
and my head may face the sky.
i am but near.
i cannot stray.

i have not felt this magnitude of tempt in so long,
i know you're there,
waiting to chew me up and spit me out.
trust me, i will let you.

time has digest the worse of my memories,
and i am arrogant again.
i have not learned.
i have not grown.
i am not many things i set out to be.

it is all overwhelming,
more than i imagined it to be.

and there you are....near,
you are the cookie destroyer,
crumbling me down to bits,
as well as the oven,
that accomodates the fresh bake after.

i donot wish to run back to you,
but i know...
there is nothing better.

choose me, humility.

I see you.

i don't see an end...

Could it be the scratches on my spectacle lens,
Rearranging my sense of sight and disorienting my instincts...

Could it be the ricochetting rays of the sun, glistens from that hair of yours and into the very mouth of my soul..

These eyes...
My eyes,
They see you..

They still do.