But I don't care if I fuck up, I'm going on a date with a rich white lady, ain't life great?

Been working on this for about a week or so, decided I should just leave it how it is now. Didn't have a name for it 'till today..

Die Alice, Die

I don't know what kills me more
The looks he gives you or the looks you're giving him
giving him, giving him, you're giving him
The kiss that you know I'm yearning for

Your lips and your eyes leave me hypnotized
While you rip out and squeeze every last drop of blood from my heart
Like she once did, and left it out to try
Wrap it in a plastic bag
Tossed it out the car windows in the middle of the night

All dressed up for your date
But that cheap lipstick you're wearing is slowly just washing off
washing off, washing off, I'm washing off
The kiss you gave me by mistake

Falling from my dream, into your nightmare
Falling from my dream, into your nightmare..

Let's see how that cat gets you out of this
out of this, out of this, I'm out of this
Game I just can't escape..

Last call he was sick of it all...

I came up with this in the shower lol. But I never finished it till today. It's supposed go with like, circus music to give the feeling of insanity to it. I'll write it eventually..

Tired

Well I’m tired of you just coming around
and I’m tired of you taking me as a fucking clown

I’m tired
Just so tired

I’m tired of the way you come and talk to me
Like you and I had something happening in between

I’m tired
Just so tired

I’m tired seeing you being chased about
I’m tired of this stupid routine day in and day out

I’m tired
Just so tired

I’m getting tired of lusting for you
and I’m tired of talking about the shit we went through

I’m tired
Just so tired

I’m tired and I just want to get to bed
So please stop now and haunt me in my dreams instead
Just because I stop now doesn’t mean everything’s been said
Just because the track time stops, doesn’t mean it’s at last the end.

I’m just too tired..
Just so tired…

The endless stream of reminders Made him so sick of you, Sick for your sound, Sick of you coming around

Soup guise, worked on this one since Monday I think:

There's Something About These People

You told the joke and laughs ensued
And she gave you the picture she drew
But she never said you'd see her again

What is it about these people?

As I walked across the street
She asked if I'd like something to read
But she didn't ask if her beliefs would offend me

What is it about these people?

You thought you could be in the room for long
And get away with it 'cause she's a pretty blonde
But it's only a crime if you tell

What is it about these people?

I looked at her and she looked at me
Then turned her head to the backseat
And I swear I froze up in the middle of the street