slam the door & grab the phone like a pistol against my head.
ask your machine, where are you
damn, it never knows.
did i just leave a message or a suicide note?
try to suck the words back down my throat
& i don;t know how long i can hold out

when i see you, girl, i want to change,
my clothes, my eyes, my hair, my face,
got to get away, so i can be myself
myself

now you;re staring in the mirror
trying to see what i see.
till you don;t even recongnize yourself
darting empty bottles & broken glass
all tangled up in you, you
but everyone;s got someone they can;t have
i;ve got you

that piercing is too cool for your school.

no eyeliner? WHAT THE FUCK!

music: the clash; london bridge
mood: merde