sweet dreams, sweet cheeks

I served out my detention
And in the end I got an honorable mention

In the movie of my life
Starring you
Instead of me

When the moonlight
Hits your bright eyes I go blind
And maybe next time
I'll remember not to tell you something stupid like I'll never leave your side

Like the oldest movie I ever saw was the one we wrote together
I said I hate you but I'd never change a thing
I can be your John Cussack

I burnt out
My defensive
Now everything I say is taken as offensive.



















oh how i loved fall out boy before they got shit.

sorry you're not a winner

i want to do lots of things this weekend.

I hate the stench of coffee on your breath
And I hate to feel it's warmth against my neck
And what right do you have to have nightmares about me
When all I wanted was to sleep?

We have to take the car 'cause the bike's on fire
We cannot trust your friends 'cause they were born liars
And if you don't exist with hearts the size of a house brick
Cease, and desist.

I left your shallow skin and a note on your kitchen sideboard
It read "I have left you, please never try to find me"
This is no existential crisis, just turn your pain into piety
And then set your alarm clock for 4am the next morning

This is how you spell 'HAHAHA, I've destroyed the hopes and the dreams of a generation of faux-romantics". And I'm pleased, I'm pleased.

You walk in from your mother's balcony
Panda-eyed and freezing cold
You bury yourself in my chest to warm
I notice the goosebumps on your arms, millions
And whether it's because of the numbers of hours spent laid facedown on my bed listening to white noise, or, well, obviously it's not, I somehow manage to translate them from braille

The trails on your skin spoke more to me than the reams and reams of half finished novels you'd leave lying all over the place
And every quotation that'd dribble from your mouth like a final, fatal livejournal entry
I know
I am wrong
I am sorry

I’m taking far too many chances on these less than idealistic romances

I was waiting for a cross-town train
in the London underground when it struck me
That I've been waiting since birth to find a love
that would look and sound like a movie
So I changed my plans, I rented a camera and a van
and then I called you
"I need you to pretend that we are in love again"
and you agreed to.

I greased the lens and framed the shot using a friend as my stand-in
The script it called for rain but it was clear that day so we faked it
The marker snapped and I yelled "quiet on the set" and then called "action!"
And I kissed you in a style that Clark Gable would have admired (I thought it classic).

these constant broken heartbeats sound like breakbeats.

Plunge your hand, rip out my spine
Replace it with a UV light
So I can be the beacon of hope that you'd always expected.

when the smaller picture is the same as the bigger picture, you know you're fucked.

so i have laryngitis, yum.

romance is boring.

I don't want to sound trite but you were perfect
The way you look could seriously make nature dysmorphic
I wish that you would kiss me 'til the point of paralysis
The way I flail my arms in front of you, it just embarrasses
I'll never turn my body clock back
And think about the things I'm glad I left out
Some things are best left unsaid.

we kid ourselves there's future in the fucking, but there is no fucking future

last night was Los Campesinos!

well let's put it this way; we met both of the support bands which included a stoned moustacheod crazy guy and a tony skins lookalike drummer who was quite yummy even by my shitty gay standards; we got pictures of them WITH JEFF and we acted vaguely like groupies which was very exciting. the venue was tiny in the middle of an industrial estate and it was BRIGHT BLUE and the inside was all orange and disco ish and flashing. we met a load of cool people (predominantly ginger males, coincidentally) and a gay couple and a diehard fan in a leather jacket who sort of looked like mr bean and seriously looked as if he was about to cry everytime los campesinos! played anything ever. i went a little bit crazy, and by the time we left i looked almost as rough as i did after 3 days at reading festival (except maybe slightly less dirty). i also stole a tambourine and lost a shoe.

it's you, it's me... and there's DANCING!

aw man. everything's gooood =)


NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS:
1) get a job (this is getting a bit ridiculous)
2) get into university
3) get at least one more piercing
4) FLOSS! (apparently it makes you live longer, although that might just be my crazy dentist sister telling me LIESSSS)
5) go to at least 10 gigs
6) befriend more straight men
7) KEEP my friends (i seem to have lost way too many over the past two years)
8) get a tattoo
9) improve at driving, or at least don't feel like i'm going to die at every roundabout/dual carriageway/one way street
10) don't become an alcoholic/crazy smoker/crack addict or anything that may prevent me from passing my A levels and getting into sexy uni.

ummm, yeah. today i revised a lot and watched LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS which is amazing and ate a rank tuna thing and covered my bedroom door with tissue paper cause i felt like it and laughed a lot when my dad got my mum a FOXY LADY mug and smiled a lot when dad got me some aussie conditioner and sorted out what i'm doing for new years (pub crawl in north london with uncool people, standard) and decided that my hair is far too ginger and thought about entering my cat into a beauty pageant until i realised that she'd try and eat/kill everything and decided never to eat macademia nuts again cause they taste like shit and um yeah that's it.