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Max Petersen Apr 2011
What a surprise
i ****** up again
im causing my own demise
im so self destructive
i cant let myself win
i just putt off
and inevitably **** it
and throw it off.
Whats the point
lets just live it
this life
because theres not much more time
because i know i'm gonna die
the best part is
Ill know exactly when.
Im sorry i disappointed you
so many times
your the only people
i cared about
knowing too much
about my life
Max Petersen Apr 2011
oh when you go
dont go without me
cause you know
i know the way

you will get lost
because your heads so dazed

i cant let myself fall into the drug
cause if i fall
i wont hit the ground

just fall till
my mind recovers
until i find my way back  
to the spot
before i left

wheres my feet
my legs are burning
wheres the bed
i wont wake up

silhouettes of a dancer
dancing in the leaves
that fall off the april trees

i know your fine
you'll find the time
to get back to your mind

i just hope you
get back in time
to find mine
Max Petersen Apr 2011
Break out the guns
and shoot someone
today is the day
to show us you're brave

Pull the trigger
dedicate
never look your corpse
in the face
it's an ugly grace

What a disgrace
how could you run out to ****
the neighbor boys
with all the toys

the politicians grow up
to lust for blood
and never let you know
whats going on

they're their to gain
you cant trust the game
revolt in a glorious uproar
and uproot the society
that humiliated humanity.
Max Petersen Apr 2011
this thing i have it's a part of me
this thing is limitless
it's my creativity
and when you live
it interprets things
as pictures or words
or other pretty things.
Max Petersen Apr 2011
My stomachs rising
I feel my insides contract
i am terribly sick
until I wretch the uncomfortable mess
with a violent howl
that my organs direct
they know what to do
so i let them handle the rest.

I know they'll make me better again.
I was able to get this down between my time in bed and my time heaving over the toilet.
Max Petersen Apr 2011
my heads in the air but my eyes face the ground
not much of a view and theres nobody around
its not lack of interest i just need to think
no time to gawk at the beautiful green

your stems all twisted round so your flowers face the ground
why cant you keep up with my needs
your general love feels like a crowd

what will i say when i get another chance in time
ill just read another line from some book i had stuck in my mind
you'll love my words
you'll remember them when you die

you'll chose to be forever with me
as long as im alive

just cruising along
waiting for someone to get on.

i can take you for ride anywhere you want to go
just don't ask me to take you home
cause there's no longer a home for you to go back to
im sorry but thats the truth.
Max Petersen Apr 2011
Crab claw,
more strength than a martyrs speech,
It'll take your finger right off
so don't get to close
you curious little thing.
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