Unlikely Bus Stop Blues

I've been trying to move out on my own,
ever since you left me so alone.
You laughed with a smile on your pretty face,
can't seem to find myself in the right place.

I've been trying to move on,
I've been trying to move on.

Sitting alone as the cars drove by,
the headlights are preying on my own mind.
Figures on the wall they remind me of you,
why the fuck am I so fucking blue,
without you.

My bed still smells of you.
Your hair,
you dress,
and pretty face.

Teriyaki chicken made by the Teriyaki Boyz from the comfort of their 1980s Volkswagen

Please forgive, I got no desire,
I was warm but you put out the fire.
So don't hold back my tears.

Now you just try to avoid looking me in the face,
not even our thoughts can see eye to eye.
Please let's forget the lies we told ourselves.

I used to dream bout your golden hair,
than November came and we're not the same, anymore,
but I guess we're happy.

Put on your shoes,
let's go for a stroll downtown.
So look out for the monsters,
hiding in corners, living in alleys,
hunting down our dreams.

Let's run in opposite directions,
so if the world is round,
we'll meet again.

And if I fall off a cliff,
no one will catch me,
but if the world's round,
we'll meet again.

And if I drown,
will there be anyone to save me.
But if the world's round,
I'll see you again.

So don't you stop,
we'll meet again.
Don't you turn,
that's not the plan,

And don't blame me,
if I don't make it.
I'm at the pub,
trying to forgive and forget.

Silent sounds of quiet quirky quiffs

Spent my destiny trying to find someone like you,
went through a decade worth of decaying decoys,
oing downhill with the destroyed disguise.

Spent my love on hoarding hordes of hatred,
yet just like heather hills you're calming for my mind.

And I, need to get away,
so why, keep on lying to my face. |

So this house was built by ordinary men and women,
powering through hustles while we sip on rum,tonic,gin and wine.

Let's hide, in hives of people in our lives.
Let's run, we can hide in the sky tonight.

Scouting scourge counting down our minutes,
downing dining dills just to end the painful hunger.
Now my, impressive impulsive impressions,
are shaping the state of my inspired mind.
These nights, haunted by hungry heathen thoughts.

Cant't wait to drink reality's deadly decorative dye.

Same story just a new year ( Watching Samurai Champloo for the twentieth time)

Even though almost a month has passed,
I still do the same old things,
I still go to the same places,
and I still think of the same faces.

I said I was going to change,
and that this would be a new chapter,
but ever year I feel the same way.

Tried running away,
but I realized I got no where to stay,
slowly walking back to where I came from.

All this time I thought I couldn't stand you,
or at least I acted like that,
but deep down,
I knew you were someone I'd always keep close,
deep down,
I knew.

I still go to malls in hopes of reliving that moment when we went to one together

In the middle of the night,
let me wake up,
think about you.

Get a call,
as you left from work,
let me hear your voice,
that calming noise.

Late at night, try to get the feeling right,
warm laughs hiding the neck bites,
turn on the lights, let me admire your face and your smile,
make this place feel like it's the only place where I need to be,
for a while.

Remember those three days we spent,
pleasantly sure there's no regret,
I can feel that.
Make sure you hold on to this memory, without the regrets,
but make sure you won't miss the time of the day,
where you have your phone in your hand,
cause pictures are all we have now.
Some how,
pictures are all we have now.

Late night, try to get the feeling right,
warm laughs hiding the neck bites,
turn on the lights, let me admire your face (and your beautiful smile),
make this place feel like the place where I need to be,
forever.

A two week old cup of homemade lemonade right before I brush my teeth with vinegar

Losing all my trust,
yet I still believe you,
admitting my defeat.

You have lied,
many times before,
and you still told me things,
no body knows.

Showed your true colours,
but never showed your face.
Flirt with the thought of death,
somehow you were stopped,
but this time,
nothing stands in the way,
except for a bottle of rum,
a golden pen and a writing you'll never understand.

Bless in a dress (Or just a coincidence that happened at the right place at the right time, I honestly do not know anymore)

With your new red dress,
you walk with such class,
whenever I see you,
you just push me away.
With your new red dress,
you've made my life a mess.

We used to walk along all through the day,
now I can hardly see you,
just wanna say this to your face,
you empty me out.

Like your new red dress,
you're already stained,
easy to wash it,
yet it'll never change your face.