They’ll Never Guess that the Password is Password (shorter this time)

Sometimes the crook in my back feels like home

Sometimes it feels like I can’t get enough, enough of bad situations

Of breaking bones, breaking hearts and bad decisions

I’ve spent too long here, I just hope that there’s no permanent damage

I’ve been watching movies with my best friends

An Avant-Garde, a dramatic romance and it’s breaking all the rules

But I don’t know the rules it’s breaking

This movie, won’t have a happy ending

I’m with four other people and none of them are women

In fact one of them’s my dad

This is no way to get laid

I’m wasting my time if I’m not trying to get laid

Happy Birthday

You’re one year older today

Happy Birthday

Another year and still a virgin

There are dark circles beneath your eyes

Caught between the air and your lies

You think my music is so good

I would strangle you if I could

I can’t see here, I can’t see dear

I can’t see you, I can’t see through

The fact that you are

Less than nothing

I used to see your face in the sky

After all the times that you’ve cried

I tried to stop the fall but you died

And here I thought you’d be my bride

Your face is so disgusting I can’t bare to look at you

I’m nauseous and I’m sick of what you put me through

You can’t seem to see that I won’t believe

Everything you’ve said when we’ve

GONE, DOWN, every road imaginable when we’ve

FACED THE WORST LIFE COULD HAVE BROUGHT US BOTH

I am tired, of your shit

I am tired, of the regret

I WILL… end it here and now

I refuse, to go another day, with you

I always forget the best things I write

I’m sure I’ll forget this too

Writing music has always been

The hardest thing I’ve HAD to do

It’s hard because I can’t say what’s on my mind

I don’t think you’d like me if you knew me that well

I feel like a burden because I’d be wasting your time

With all the stupid stories I tell

Of stupid bitches fucking whores

Of the people I’ve always loved the most

Of the time I’ve wasted crying over

Of the spilt milk I’d never cleaned up

I’ll never play this live

Cause I’ll just be wasting your time

And one day I’ll drown in that milk

And this is why:

I WILL NEVER HAVE SEX BECAUSE MY DICK IS SMALL

I WILL NEVER HAVE SEX BECAUSE MY DICK IS SMALL

I WILL NEVER HAVE SEX BECAUSE MY DICK IS SMALL

I WILL NEVER HAVE SEX BECAUSE MY DICK IS SMALL

I WILL NEVER HAVE SEX BECAUSE MY DICK IS SMALL

I WILL NEVER HAVE SEX BECAUSE MY DICK IS SMALL

I WILL NEVER HAVE SEX BECAUSE MY DICK IS SMALL

I WILL NEVER HAVE SEX BECAUSE MY DICK IS SMALL

My perception of the world

Is weaker than a newborn child

Frail, feeble, dying, trying, to get something right for once in this life

(it’s a work in progress but i also have the guitar mostly planned out)