punchinello (what have i become my sweetest friend)

I hate everything about you!!!!

Sing like you think no one's listening. ...You would kill for this....

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down, probably will. You'll have your heart broken and you'll break others hearts. You'll fight with your best friend or maybe even fall in love with them, you'll cry because time is flying by. So, take too many pictures, laugh too much, forgive freely, and love like you've never been hurt. Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances. You just have to live life to the fullest, tell someone what they mean to you and tell someone off, speak out, dance in the pouring rain, hold someones hand, comfort a friend, fall asleep watching the sun come up, stay up late, be a flirt, and smile until your face hurts. Don't be afraid to take chances or fall in love and most of all, live in the moment because every second you spend angry or upset is a second of happiness you can never get back.

"Yes I do. Yes I do. SURE I do. Don't say that. Why the hell do you say that?"

"You know what I'd like to be?" I said. "You know what I'd like to be? I mean if I had my goddam choice?"

"What? Stop swearing."

"You know that song 'If a body catch a body comin' through the rye'? I'd like --"

"It's 'If a body meet a body coming through the rye'!" old Pheobe said. It's a poem. By Robert Burns."

"I know it's a poem by Robert Burns."

She was right, though. It is "If a body meet a body coming through the rye." I didn't know it then, though.

"Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around -- nobody big, I mean -- except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everbody if they start to go over the cliff -- I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy."

A box full of suggestions for your possible heart

It all boils down to one quotable phrase. ...If you love something, give it away.

I don't think that I ever loved you more than when you turned away. When you slammed the door. When you stole the car and drove towards mexico. You wrote bad checks just to fill your arm. I was young enough I still believed in war. Let the poets cry themselves to sleep and all there tearful words will turn back into steam. But me I'm a single cell on the serpents tongue. There's a muddy field where the garden was. I'm glad you got away, but I'm still stuck out here. My clothes are soaking wet from your brothers' tears. ...and I never thought this life was possible... The end of paralysis - I was a statuette. But now I'm drunk as Hell on a piano bench and when I press the keys, it all gets reversed (the sound of loneliness makes me happier).

and it all boils down...to one quotable phrase....

I've become content with this life that I lead, where I drink too much and don't believe in much of anything and I lie to myself and say it's for the best.

In '97

I've got it now
A thorn in my side the size of a Cadillac
Drive it through
Because backing up now would be next to impossible

I had it all
When I was with you I forgot about everything
Eighteen months
Eighteen months seems like fucking eternity

But you'll be there, to dry my eyes
When I breathe you in

I've got it now
Like a thorn in my side the size of a Cadillac
Drive it through
Because backing up now would be next to impossible
I had it all

When I was with you I forgot about everything
Eighteen months,
I won't breathe for eighteen months

I don't deserve this, I don't deserve this, I don't deserve this, no I don't deserve this. I don't deserve this, no I don't deserve this, I don't deserve this, no I don't deserve this, I don't deserve this.

Internal bleeding is the kind that kills

A mask by definition
I refuse to say
Stay hidden in this closet
Skelatons ask to cut in

A slow progression
From ballroom to waltz
A brilliant dance from
Side stepping and regretting

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Your sad song plays
and it's written on your face
Wear it on your sleeve
Yes, you really do bleed
And everyone can see

Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself
And covered with a perfect shell
Such a charming beautiful exterior.

Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes, perfect posture
But you're barely scraping by, but you're barely scraping by.

Well this is one time, this is one time
That you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone
Or anyone at all, or anyone at all.

And the grave that you refuse to leave
The refuge that you've built to flee
The places that you've come to fear the most
Is the place that you have come to fear the most.

Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself
And hidden in the public eye
Such a stellar monument to loneliness.

Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes, perfect makeup
But you're barely scraping by, but you're barely scraping by.

Well this is one time, this is one time
That you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone
Or anyone at all, or anyone at all.

The refuge that you've built to flee the places that you come to fear the most is the place that you have come to fear the most.

Worse than teenage poetry

As young as I was, I felt older back then. More disciplined. Stronger and certain, but I was scared to death of eternity. I was saved by grace and destroyed by naivete and I lied to myself and said it was for the best. Now I've become content in this life that I lead where I drink too much and don't believe in much of anything, and I lie to myself and say it's for the best. I won't be around here for too very long. But for now, the martyr has arrived with a desperate plea for sympathy. You want it all.

I will ever smell of turpentine because of what you painted on my face.