i hope it gives you hell

Don’t be jealous of the life I lead, because really there isn’t a need. I walk around here with nothing but a smile, my head up half a mile. Who cares about my money, because listen here honey, it’s not about the clothes you wear, honestly it’s not like I care. It’s about the feeling, almost like a physical healing, that comes to you, when there are ones who hate being true. I’m not going to cry about it , I’m not going to try, I’m not going to lie about it

Scrapes and bruises - kisses and loses- skidoo suits and snow boots ( this goes before the one below this )

Scrapes and bruises - Kisses and loses - Skidoo suits and snow boots
The way you look at me with those eyes so icey, put me on top of the world, with every glance. Every glance warmed me up, as warm as the sun on a hot summers day, as I rose higher and higher into the morning sky. The way you held me with your arms so tight, so warm, gave me huge sense of security, whenever I was in your grasp. The way you grabbed my hips as much as I hate it, I let you do it, the way you run away each time I go near yours. The way you tickled me those nights so much, that it brought me to tears I laughed so hard. The way you made me choose out the most random movies, the ones from our childhood that at most times I didn’t care for, but I’d sit through them and watched just so I could watch you fall asleep, like you did every time. How you wore those damn massive boots everywhere you went, no matter where you went, and how as much as I joked, I secretly loved them because how warm they were. I loved that I could stand on top of them and jump and jump, and you wouldn’t flinch, “steel toed boots baby, try as hard as you want”. The way you couldn’t get me to do anything, but once you said babe I fell into your spell, and did whatever you wanted me to. The way I fell for you with one look the day I first met you, your eyes brought me into your life, of mystery and questions. The questions and the mystery, made me feel even closer to you, as you let me into your life, and told me your secrets of why, how, when, and what exactly, that most knew already, but weren’t as interested in as I was. I could sit there for days on time just looking into your eyes as you talk to me about skidoos, and you know how much I know so little about such. And I’d laugh and I’d laugh, because here I sit without a clue, just looking into your eyes as you talk about throttles and tracks, and scags and handle bars , and I just think to myself how I’d do absolutely anything to hear those things 24/7 for as long as I could. Such useless things mean so much to you babe, and anything that means something to you means something to me, because I think the world of you baby. The way you smile, the way you laugh, the way you pick me up, the way you kiss me, the way you bite me the way you poke me, fuck it even the way you throw me off the skidoo and say its my fault ( although deep down I know I don’t know how to turn when you turn, but I secretly do it on purpose just so you show me ). Although it hurt like a bitch the many times that I fell, I like how from day one when you first hit me with your skidoo you ran so fast up smokey mountain, faster then I have ever seen anyone run with steel toed winter boots on, run uphill. “Are you okay?” the first thing that came out of your mouth. “No actually I’m not but its okay” After that night, all I could think about was you, how you came to my rescue so fast how, you were only worried about me, how when you knew I hurt, and cold you wanted to get me to the warmth and safety. As much as I was in pain I still managed to look at jess and say “oh shit his eyes jess, just look at those eyes” you had me lost in your eyes babe. But now, lost in your eyes, im still oh so found, whenever I hear your voice or feel your touch. Everytime you say you love me, I just simply melt. Because for once in my life, I honestly feel like I love someone, and that someone is you. And baby as much as I miss you, im going to smile because I deserve to, baby it all gets better in time.

Take me home i dont wanna be alone tonight.

How do i smile when it hurts to not cry? How do i forget you when I cry when i try to remember you . All it takes in order to hide, from those of which are by my side is to bite my lip and wipe my face, forget that trip and remember that place.

You dont even care what youve done to me but who can blame you wanting to be ffree, im sorry i never could see that you truely never wanted to be wtih me.

Baby why cant you see what youve done to me? I want to hear that voice and see that face, see that smile, be out of this place. Laugh out loud at your stupid remarks, about that place being nothing but narks haha. To taste your kiss, oh what id give for that one simple thing i clearly miss. To not fell my toes, my fingers or my nose, because of you i nearly froze. ADays and days of nothing but glee, it started to seem to good to be.

On that day back when, baby you know when, my heart had sunk and i sait in tears over you little punk :) I never knew you just knew of you, not one not four, not five not two. Why oh why could i believe thats true. You rock my worl cant you see trust me baby ill always stay me.

Don't change for anyone dont change your mind boys like you are hard to find, simple and ssweet , being with you was far form a feat. To touch your face and be out of this place, to call you mine, let everything be fine. id give up all to just see smiles, lets be friends the best of friends remain through miles...

I love you... :(

RE: The sweater song

you say "now don't you flirt" and "please baby don't get hurt"
Oh boy you had to flirt and here i sit with a heart of hurt.
Oh baby i'd give up my sweater and my shirt just to lay with you and flirt
My face spent days with tons of smiles, you're on the road a thousand miles.
Late nights writing, you continue on fighting.
Temptation just to flirt, always lands me with a heart of hurt.
Why'd you have to go and flirt.
Hotel room and drunken nights, flinging girls and bar room fights.
You offered up your sweater boy
You kn ow I hate this weather boy
I can't believe I'm still holding on to this sweater boy.
Oh I love you boy, but she's just a one night toy.
You're on the road a hundred miles, drying tears and forcing smiles.
baby hurry up with those few miles.
You said "baby it's going to be a while now, so go ahead and smile now"
Every night you're up on stage, and tonight i decide to turn the page.
you offered up your sweater boy, i 'll hang on to it throughout this weather boy,
I hope she offers up her sweater and her shirt, and hope you warn her not to flirt.
Don't leave her with a heart of hurt.

I'll sitt here in your sweater boy, and simply beg you to flirt.

hipbones and microphones

I wish i could speak the words i wanted to speak, but when i try the words just don't come fast or clear enough to make sense, mother nature sets the best example of free flowing words. When the skies open up she lets the rain fall down, showing clearly the sadness in her heart. As clear as the trinkling stream i stand in on a bright summers day, the pebbles flowing slightly beside my feet.

I fee like the man in the mood someimtes, everyone pretends to see me but only a select few who believe and try hard enough actually really do..... and out of that select few, only a handful actually care at all!


hipbones and microphones..

i've got birds in my ear and a devil on my shoulder

It gets old, when everytime you're down you have to grin and bare it, forcing you to hide behind that fake, familiar smile of which your hate for, grows each time you are forced to wear it, like that sweater your grandmother wore with kittens on the front, that your mother made you wear each time she would visit. It gets old, just having to grin and to bare it.

cold as ice

my faith in you, the pride, the proudness, everything that i had in you, stumbled away that night, just like your intoxicated system walking out that open door.

three aces

Some of you girls are so unbelievable, following boys who are so unpredictable. Some of you boys - should just keep banging your drums, not those in the crowd.

liar liar, your ass is on fiah!

Light a fire under my ass you're bound to get blown away, keep underminding me and just watch a see, how i win you over in a fight of glee. A fighter with a head of steam turns up to nothing but one filled to capacity with hot air, deflated with a full of a lever. I've got the brains to confuse you, a body to please you, fists to bruise you, hands to amuse you, a mouth that will abuse you, an attitude to leave you black and blue, go ahead, take your choose, ether way you're bound to loose. I'm the fire, about to burn you're ass

The life before us

Hate me, hate me you've been alot of trouble latly
tease me tease me, go ahead, try to please me.
Bigger bigger your head is growing bigger
trigger trigger, its too late you've pulled the trigger
hold up wait a minute, hold my beer this could take a while
a leader leader, yeah another fucking leader
a writer a writer a jaw dropping writer
girls girls mothereffingprivacydiggingoverlyoffended girls.
its too late, too late, to ..apologize..?
i mean we never expected an apology don't make us idiotic we're far from it, don't undermind us

i apologize for giving too much, for carring too much, being proud, trying to "break you down"
a fighter fighter your one strong freaking fighter
but normal normal never perfect always normal.
boy, boy, your just another boy
hate me hate me so what? ive been alot of trouble latly.
xo

believe me boy im so tired of running

If falling for you boy is crazy, then i'm going out of my, so hold back your tears this time.