breath/hold/on

there's a whole world under the ocean.
full of mermaids and boys who call you back.
but my breath won't hold for long.

here's to you

I was on your porch that day
when the smoke sank into my skin;
so I went inside without you.

We talked all night
about everything we could imagine,
cause come morning I'll be gone.

And as my eyes start to close
I turn to let you know
that, 'I love you and don't want you to go.'

When you got sick, no one took care of you;
no love nursed you back to light.

But for me, I ran. I couldn't even look at you
for fear that I have to say goodbye.
And I will start to leave..

What's left to lose? You've done enough.
And if you fail, well then you fail but not to me.

Cause these last three years, I know
they've been hard, and now it's time
to get out of the cold and into the sun.
Even if it's alone.

Now here I sit,
all alone without my best friend,
as my thoughts bounce off a crappy guitar.

And that's the way it's been
almost ever since we met,
but now we've got something to prove.

And I can see your eyes;
they tell me something,
can they see mine?

What's left to lose? I've done enough.
And if I fail, then I fail but I gave it
a shot.

These last three years,
I know they've been hard,
but now it's time to get out of
the cold and into the sun.

Even if it's alone.
Even if it's alone.
Even if you're alone.

if only

there should be a word for the things we do
not because we want to, but because
we want to be the kind of person who wants to.

and i want to do this

you're my stinkin' superhero

happy birthday, daddy.

i love all of them.

I need some sleep.

I need some sleep,
It can't go on like this.
I tried counting sheep,
But there's one I always miss.
Everyone says I'm getting down too low.
Everyone says you just gotta let it go.
You just gotta let it go.

I need some sleep,
Time to put the old horse down.
I'm in too deep,
And the wheels keep spinning 'round.
Everyone says I'm getting' down too low.
Everyone says you just gotta let it go.
You just gotta let it go.

you just gotta let it go.

you want my view of the snow?

The snow drifts into our zombie mouths, 

crawling with grease and cursing and tobacco flakes 

and cavities and boyfriend/girlfriend juice, 

the stain of lies.

For a moment, we are not failed tests and broken condoms and cheating on essays:

We are crayons and lunchboxes and swinging so high our sneakers could punch holes in the clouds.

For one breath, everything feels better.

Then it melts. We walk away, and forget everything. We eat and talk and cuss and smoke and kiss. We lie. 

we act like our definition of normal, and forget everything we've been taught.

considertheconsequences.life

somebody should have taught him/her/them/you

I went to a birthday party,
but I remembered what you said.
You told me not drink at all,
so I had a sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself,
the way you said I would,
that I didn't choose to drink and drive,
though some friends said I should.

I knew I made a healthy choice and
your advice to me was right
as the party ended and the kids drove
out of sight.

I got into my own car,
sure to get home in one piece,
never knew what was coming,
something I expected least.

Now I'm lying on the pavement.
I can hear the policeman say,
"The kid who caused this wreck
was drunk." His voice seems far away.
My blood is all around me,
as I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
"This girl is going to die."
I'm sure the guy had no idea,
while he was flying high
that because he chose to
drink and drive that I would
have to die.
So why do people do it,
knowing it ruins lives?
But now the pain is cutting me
like one-hundred thousand knives.

Tell my sisters not to be afraid,
tell Daddy to be really brave,
and when I go to Heaven,
put 'Daddy's Girl' on my grave.

Someone should have taught him
that it's wrong to drink and drive.

Maybe if his parents did,
I'd still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter,
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
and I'm no so unprepared.

I wish that you could hold me, Mom..
as I lie here and die.

I wish that I could say,
"I love you, and goodbye."

don't be:

it's easy, like 1, 2, 3.

I like my life.

I spent New Year's with my wife, Jessi Collier. It was a pretty great weekend.

Apparently, she's moving in c:

I'm looking forward to 2011, I can't wait to see what's up. 

That's my best friend, and that's my 'what's up, buttercup?' face. (: