TonightI couldn't help myselfI had to touch you...I had to...You were lying thereBeside me on the couchAnd I couldn't help itIt seemed like such a good idea...But it wasn't.I don't even know how I saw you on the stairsOr how I made it up without falling overI knew it was going to happenI knew and I went anywaysInto her brother's room...I went anyways.Just fuck it I'll learn your name in the morning,And all the month afterWhen people ask me about you...I had to have youI had to...It seemed like such a good idea.....But it wasn't.God I am so pathetic,What did I even tell you?Did we even talk?I can't remember what your face looked likeBut everyone else seems to know who you are"So I heard about you and Kyle..."Who? Oh, right...I tried to wash you out of my skinThe memories... so vague yet so preciseWhy did I go anyways?It seemed like such a good idea...But it wasn't.God I am so pathetic,I wish I could take it back.Sometimes I forget your nameBut then people as
Will you ever love meThis bed is empty.White,But not pure,No not at all.The light comingThrough the windowIs the same taintedYellow I'm so used to.Incandescent street lightsThat make the snow look brownAnd the streets look likePolluted alleyways...It seems like it should be tooDark to make anything out.A taunting clock flashes numbersAt my faceWhen I give inAnd try to get to sleep3:503:513:52I've done so much pacingI think they might evict me,But my pillow is too coldAnd insensitive toOffer any comfort...Why eat?Why breathe?It just seems like so much wasted energy...I've given up on returning calls,I don't care.I don't want to talk.Do you?Do you?I'm just so tired babe....I'm just tired,No don't worry...It's nothing,I just didn't sleep much...What? Sorry I didn't catch that...No, really, I'm fine...I swear...I'm OK,Everything is fine...Everything is fine...Will you ever love me?No.No.No.I'm just so tired...
What you wantIt's amazing how obvious it is...I know exactly what you want,And its got little to do with me.A night alone-My fingers on your thighs,While someone bangs onThe bathroom door.Oh I know what you want:More alcohol,More sex,More fun.My name is so irrelevant-My passions...Really, just shut up.Less talk, more touch.Go on,Touch me.It's what you want.Oh I know...I knowyou don't want me.I don't careI really...No it doesn't matterYou don't love meWon't miss meI know it's not me you're afterI know,But it won't stop meOh I know what you wantBabe, I do,And it won't stop me.I don't care,Really,I don't care at all...So touch me.Take it.Go on,It's what you want isn't it?It's all you want.It's not me you want,And I don't care....I don't care.I don't care.It doesn't matter.God, this hurts like hell.
Will youI wonder: will you?Your looksays it all."Yes"Yes, a million times overTo what?To who?It doesn't matter,Fuck the detailsYou want it allYes!More!Now!You've spitYou've crawled-Drank,Lay reckless on theStreet...And who cares?What changed?All those expectations...Pointless!Meaningless!Redundant...Come on:Another shot!Another hit!Another night!And the answer is always..."YES!"The bright lights,The cool chillOf the breezeAs the subway comesUp to the platform....This city is so perfect...So beautiful....So grandiose!How could you ever deny it anything?Your heart,Your soul-They belong to the streetsAnd the walkwaysAnd the peopleOf this cityTurned phenomenonYour eyes blinkTo the rhythm of the carsOn the freewayYour steps are in tuneWith the openingOf doorsSo perfect!So rhythmic!In synch...You know?And it's so simple....It's just that youAnd the city...You're one!You are the towersThe namesThe stripSo how could you everSay no to anyt
world.The News announces theNew evil for the dayAnother warAnother enemyAnother protestSoon to be replacedBy a new warA new enemyAnd a new protestAgainst the evil of it allWe've moved onFrom England and FranceTo EgyptTo IraqTo IranBut we're still fightingThe same warWe've moved onFrom women's rightsTo black rightsTo gay rightsBut we're still involvedIn the same battle for equalityAnd it's somewhat of a shameTo think that none of these battlesWarsFightsMarchesProtestsAren't getting us anywhere.Soon we'll be descriminatingAgainst less obvious targetsWe've moved on fromThe larger groupsAnd gotten more specificUntil someday I might hate youFor no real reason at all,Though really that's where we're at today.We need someone to hate.We need someone to dominate.We need someone to fight.My God is strongerMy house is biggerMy nation is richerMy life is longerAND I am better than you.Always and eternally,An endless battle of dominancePersecutionAnd hate
307 forms, 18 photographs,I'd like to burn all of the recordsOf my existenceBecause these citiesSerial numbersNames; maiden/sur/givenAnd what do they even fucking mean?Employee cardsVerification codesPasswordsAddressesAnd theseENDLESSAll theseEndless numbersThey're really infringingOn my ability to even beginTo understand the conceptOf freedomBecause how am I going to be who I wantWhen I'm limited to the confinesOf a trail of complicated paper workThat I doubt anyone really understands anywaysAGBDFG 411 7402738Who's code is that?And what's your name?And what are you like?And DOES IT EVEN MATTER???Well yes, it does because you see...If you have a certain last nameYou might be a terroristAnd if you come from a certain neighborhoodYou probably own a gunAnd if your country code is suchYou are likely to torture our womenAnd it's of vital importance that we keep track of all of these things of courseYou understand, right m'aam?Vital importance to the government you see,Yes it is.
The emotion of mid-JulyWalking down the beachAs the glow in the atmosphere fadesThe sand is growing colderBut the water is still warmAnd it feels nice on your feetAs you draw fissures on it's surfaceYou lie down on the tall,Reed-like grassIn the same spot you'd lied inCountless times beforeWith other boysUnder the same circumstancesAnd as you touchAnd rollAnd kissAnd moanYou can't help but feelYou've been here before,But it doesn't matterYou always loved the feel of sand in your hair.The sky is the colour of faded jeansAnd his sweater is nice and soft on your skinAs you get up togetherAnd think to yourselfThat the world is so much nicer innocentOf any knowledgeOf your past.