Whore. 

Pervert.

Jerk Off. 

Slut. 

Two-Faced.

We sure know how to pack the punches, 

One after another. 

But we care, 

I swear. 

He means the world to us, 

But excuse us, 

We have to run him into the ground first. 

Big mouthes and small brains, 

What an epidemic. 

Dagger eyes and lightening tongues. 

Monsters of today, 

That's what we are. 

We've fallen far, 

And we've trapped him down here with us. 

Go buy him some make up

To cover up the bruises and scars we've left. 

But makeup doesn't cover the pain, 

We're a pain. 

We've made our Golden Boy 

Into a copper piss pot. 

But we care, 

I swear.

We do such bad things. 

At the end of the day

I'm still there

With tissues and "I'm sorries"

Will it make it better?

No. 

Will it make me better?

No.

♥ Hearts for the hearts we hurt. 

Bedhead. 

Don't worry, 

I still miss you. 

You were never one to be forgotten so easily. 

Just one day maybe this missing

Won't hurt this much. 

Here's to seeing you again.

Bedhead.

Time to head out again, 

Off to continue what I've already started.

There's a feeling of dread, 

But let's not forget the excitement too. 

All these feelings....

Pack them up too,

And let's go for a ride.

Back to school.

Bedhead. 

He didn't even look at me last night, 

Just walked on by.

Like we were strangers, 

Like I was never in love with him. 

I wish I could say that he wasn't still handsome as ever,

But he is.

In 2008 my heart was his alone, 

This year I'm taking it back. 

I'm through with the circular thoughts

Of how it'd be f I was still his. 

It wasn't fair.

But what ever is?

I don't want to hand my heart over again.

But it is inevitable. 

Just next time, 

Handle with care.

To the year of better days.

Bedhead. 

I'd like to think that every year I age

Is like a snowglobe. 

Completely transparent with a sort of 

Focus in the middle. 

It seems calm, and clear. 

That is until you give a good shake. 

Here's to another year of flying glittery snow.

Bedhead. 

Pulchritudinous.

Currently my favorite word that does 

Not describe you.

I am a braniac of epic proportions, 

A scholar for the ages.

 

I'd hate to hurt you with my vocabulary.

Bedhead.

One for when I was 13, 

when I  cried more than smiled. 

Hated more than I loved.

And wished more than lived. 

There was one then. 

One for when I started high school, 

When I was uncertain and curious. 

When I hadn't quite figured myself out, 

And couldn't look in a mirror without scowling.

There was another one then. 

One for senior year, 

The end of an era, 

The start of something new. 

When I said goodbye to old fears, and old places.

And threw arms open to my future.

There was one then. 

One for now.

For now when I take on the real world.

Still scared, still unsure.

But there's courage in the words.

There's one now. 

Thank you.

Bedhead. 

Sometimes I wonder about you,

Are you secretly normal?

Are you even nice?

You're like looking in a mirror

Only I'm not sure what inane babble runs through your head.

Keep bluffing.

Bedhead.

Has it really been a year?

I took on the real world, 

Got to say I kicked some ass. 

I've got the black eye to prove it. 

Got a cold compress?

I needed to come back, 

Needed to put my feet back on the ground again. 

Fold in my wings,

And sit back for a while.

Learned a few lessons

And I'm a little worse for the wear.

But I'm still banking that he loves me, 

Or at least that's the joke of the day. 

I'm hanging my hat for a bit, 

Long enough to realize the sky is blue

And so are your eyes. 

The grass has never looked so greener. 

Bedhead.

I wouldn't poke that lip out if I were you,
Someone's liable to bite it.
Better moods are all the rage anyway.
Go kiss a fuck-up,
See who's smiling at the end.


I might just share my crayons with you.

Bedhead.

I've missed this,
Been trying to write in a real journal.
Didn't like it, too much honesty in my hand.
Abstract Concept : Pen and Paper.
Back for good baby.

Funny how the more things change,
The more they stay the same.
People change,
But at the end of the day they're still the same
As they were when they woke up this morning.
Why?
Because the way things are,
Because you were bound to be you no matter how hard you fight.

someoneknowsiamrealandineverwanttoloseit.

Too giddy to speak coherently,
Who needs downers when you're on natural uppers?
Let him look right through me,
I almost like it.
He knows.
I know.
Only time will tell.

I'm like a spinning top that shows no sign of stopping
"Out-of-controll" is the new "in control"
Since when did life become a balancing act?
What happened to all the days where relaxed and carefree were the themes?
Now it's weekly bitch fits and term papers.
What we need is an escape,
A grande caper from back in the day.

You make my head ok enough to keep standing.

Bedhead.

I hate it when people make me doubt my future,
Because I'm so set on it.
Please don't make it tumble,
I need it.
I'll grow up to be everything I said I would.
I promise.

Bedhead.

Been out righting wrongs, solving crimes.
Watch out Holmes, baby girl's got your number.
Gotta love it when you can see the end of an era.
Almost done.
Then what?

How've you been?
You never called, lose my number?
No, didn't think so.
No matter, I'm still waiting for a real boy.
Got no time for Pinocchios any more.
Call me up when you lose the wooden puppet act.

Really want to escape.
Gotta get out of this town full of
Green grass scorchers.
Gotta find someone to make my head shut up,
Someone to kiss it better and mean it.

I'm back for another spin around the block, hop in.


Bedhead.

Uh oh, I'm in for it now.
It's my turn next, and I hate to say I haven't prepared.
The sidewalk seems to be getting shorter,
Or maybe I'm just getting bigger.
I'm going to have to be more witty if I want to make it,
You know, out in the real world.

I'm being a worry wart again.
They won't like me.
I'm just a side street magican who's running out of tricks.
They want me to grow up.
I just don't know how.

Peter Pan today, Wendy tomorrow.
I'm pretty sure the lost boys had it made.
Fuck that, All the 2-D wonders had it made.
The world's just cartoons in my head.
"Th- Th- That's all Folks"
Cue the confused looks.

Two days,
Just two.
Whether or not it'll be worth it is still up for grabs.
Ask me later.
I'm closing up shop.

You glow just like the neon numbers of my alarm clock.


Bedhead.

1:24 am.
I can't sleep.
What's new?
I can't catch my breath,
I'm trying to keep up with my mind.

I always do this.
I build it up, build it up high.
I make myself believe so hard in it.
I do, you know, I can't help it.
I want to mean something to them.

If you can't blame a girl for trying,
Then you certainly can blame her for being stupid.
He'll never know.
And it wears away at my little heart.
I want him to know.

It's much too late to make poetic sense.
Just wishing it was all real.
I spend too much time playing make believe,
Not enough time removing my head from the clouds.
I need to be something more.

Think they'll ever know my name?
Nah, me neither.
Think I'll ever stop wishing?
Nah, me neither.
I'm too sluggish for this.

Got to keep the dream alive...


Bedhead.

Life is forever throwing me for a loop
And I can only hold on and hope for the best.
I want to be free of all the monotony,
Be someone new.
Being me is not what's cracked up to be.

I try and fail.
Trip and fall.

I'm such a sad sappy story,
With nothing but repetitive themes on lonliness.
And it's about time I rewote it all over again
But this time, I'm breaking out with my chin held high.

I've stared at the ground for way too long.
I'll make it,
Hold your breath.

My mind is one big playground for the unsual,
But I wouldn't want it any other way.
I'm more than meets the eye,
And this time I swear I'll make a point.
I broke all the rules and paid all the prices,
Nothing gets me down.
I'll run for this,
I'll make the past worth it,
I'll be nothing like you.

Not like you at all...

I'm sorry I've stopped being your puppet.
I'm my own .
I'll set the records now.


Bedhead.

Funny how all the wrongs have been righted.
Funny how the annoyances are just as annoying.
All in all I'm back and better.
The doctors told me so.

I love my dog and the way he smells like rawhide and june bugs.
The way he always knows how I'm feeling.
Who knew cold noses and messy beards could bring the best smiles?

Outta the death trap.
A little worse for the wear,
But who's looking?
Certainly not you.

Next week, it's next week.
Doesn't seem like it.
Nothing seems like anything anymore.
Still waiting for the shock to wear off.


Not making sense is all I've got going for me...


Bedhead.

Been a while?
My bad.
Win some.
Lose some.

I always wanted to be pretty.
Funny how some things never happen.
Take me at face value,
I'm a wreck.

Everyone knows you,
But you don't know them.
There's a difference between titles and footnotes;
But we're all just words on a page.

You've got jokes?
Well, I've got tears.
Dying just to keep up.
Fuck you for being ahead of the gang.

New headline reads:
Flash Action Hero Trips Over Her Own Heart One Too Many Times.
It's getting old baby girl.
Suck it up and take your own advice.

Wait, let me clean out these ears.
I can't hear myself quite right.
'Gonna bounce back better than before.

Deep breaths, it's only a matter of time now.


Bedhead.

My mind's a collar,
They've got the leash.
Breaking down walls
Never took so much.
It's worth it, baby,
I'll show them I'm nobody's lap dog.

Slapped in the face.
Kicked in the gut.
Either way I'm still dissapointed.
It hurts to fall from such high hopes.
You better be waiting at the bottom with a bandaid.

Words flow like the days
And there's no sign of stopping.
How are you?
You never ask that, you know.
It's all right I suppose,
You don't care about the answer anyway.
But I need to know you're alright.

No man is an island, just let me be your bridge....


Bedhead.

"Till death do us part"
Never heard a bigger lie.
We're in love... as long as it's convienent.
Picture Perfect = Seriously Fucked up.
Got that one America?

I'm supposed to deal with it.
Supposed to, being the key phrase.
Excuse me while I act like
a raving mess.
I'll break your face if you tell me to
"calm down"
Again.

You think that after so many doors to the face,
I'd give up.
Guess again.
I'm cut from a different cloth.
I won't let you ruin my life without a fight.

We're all just going down.


Bedhead.