To Boddah

From the tongue of an inexperienced simpleton
This note should be easy to understand

I've heard all the warnings
And it seems to me
That they've proven to be true

Writing these words and,
Singing these songs
don't seem to bring me that high

And I'm sorry but I can't
Relish in the love of the crowd
Like Britain's first Asian rock star

I've let you down and I've cheated you out....

I've got it good, oh so very good,
But I'm too much of moody baby
A wife who sweats ambition
And a kid who's like a mirror
Please keep going, I'll be at your alter
Be happy without me and
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU

Thank you all from the pit of my stomach
But it's always better to burn out than to fade away...

I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU

On Repeat

Cigarette smoke burns our throats
As we strike to light another
Sitting on the steps
Just outside the playground
Cause no pets are allowed

Our eyes are wet and leaking
But we have no reason for it
With the shirts on our backs
That hold such bittersweet memories
Cause no one's though to wash them out

So we put the songs on repeat
Just to memorize the lyrics
The lyrics that mean nothing
The lyrics that say everything about my life
It's just Dead-Birds and Floorboards

And these walks we take
Are only meant to clear our heads
But all we end up with are
Suicidal thoughts, fragile bones
And piles of cigarette butts

We call each other
And talk first of nonsense
But somehow get to life
Teenage angst and fucked up memories
That we can't help but dream about

So we put these songs on repeat
Just to memorize the melodies
The chords that don't mean anything
The chords that change our lives
And it's just Gig Life and Low Light Assembly

Perhaps we're meant to sing along
And dance to the rhythms
But in this night, tonight
All I see are the friends I hate
And piles of cigarette butts

Cigarettes

Half an hour's gone by
And she is still in bed with him
Doing nothing but talking
But he's soon to make his move
He's a stupid, shitty kid
I hope his girlfriend breaks him

My grandma's in the hospital
She feel and broke her arm today
My mother came home now
Yelling and screaming and blaming
I need a cigarette
Or maybe even two

Chain smoking and incense
To relieve the stress
To relieve the stress
Writing and talking
To relieve the pain
To relieve the pain

She yells "I'm so fucking done"
But crawls back to the root of it all
His from a thousand miles
Apparently do nothing at all
She just needs a cigarette
Or maybe even two

Fuck Titles

Sitting here legs bobbing
Don't know what to do
Look around the room
My art, my art,
Whatever that is

Mind's racing
But it's up against the tortoise
Slow and steady wins the race
So why, oh why
Does speed make sense

Piles and piles and piles and then
(I can't feel my legs)
Fires and fires and fires and then
(I can't feel my heart)
This coma comes back and then
The cycle loops around

Songs about myself
Felt like bitch again
I can't help it
My problems, my problems
Whatever those are

Shirts from bands
Bands you've prob'ly never heard of
They're too punk
My taste, my taste
You'd prob'ly call it hipster

Falling and falling and falling and then
(I can't see my knife)
Smoking and smoking and smoking and then
(I can't see my life)
This coma comes back around...

SO FUCK OFF!

Self inflicted stress

I think I like to put myself into some kind of stress related to school or whatever. I do something and want it to be perfect to the point that I stress myself out. It's probably not a good thing. But what I have noticed is that I write more often when I'm stressed. But then writing brings my stress level down, but I still want to write. So I'll stress myself out again, then write, then stress, then write. It's probably not healthy. But whatever. I'll go on grinding my teeth and wearing myself down for the love of words.

Book

If I ever wrote a book, half of the words would just be profanity. Or I would just have a chapter of only profanity.

What the fuck, man.

I can't even post without hesitation anymore because she knows this exists. What I write is my business whether it be about you or Jim Carrey, for Christ's sake. No point of your privacy was breeched because the only people who read this are maybe two or three people that I know and you don't and you will never know them. So why the fuck should you care. If you didn't know it was me writing this, you wouldn't give a fuck. So piss off.

My Thoughts on the past Half Hour (Go Fuck Yourself)

Three months is all we had.
We had this whole summer.
We had our highs and we had our high highs
You were my peach

It's Shark week and I was bitten
Bitten by your eyes as well as your teeth
You tore into my heart but I didn't mind one bit
Cause you were my peach

But this is a breakup song and I don't care if I ever record it
You said you cannot handle being emotionally involved
And I get it, you've got your problems, guess I've got mine too
I'm not mad and I don't blame you
I only wish it would have worked out better

You go off to college in a few weeks
But I'm still stuck in Jersey
With all these old friend
Who will only remind me of you, of you, of you

And I just wanna go to all these concerts
And maybe lose myself in the music
And maybe forget all about you
But maybe I don't wanna forget

But this is a breakup song and I don't care if I ever record it
You said you cannot handle being emotionally involved
And I get it, you've got your problems, guess I've got mine too
I'm not mad and I don't blame you
I only wish it would have worked out better

I can't forget
No I can't forget
No I can't forget

This song is pretty fucking straightforward
This is a breakup song and I don't care if I ever record it.

TwoCans QotD

Q: What's your life motto?

My answer: Either "Normal is boring" or "Whatever. Shit happens."

Late night Truth or Dare.

Night has come just after 8
And she is just sitting on the bench
In the park across the street
Tears flowing for the guy
Who didn't even know he had her

But she wears her tears
Like medals of honor and duty
To show the world that she's broken
Or that she know she's stupid
To have not seen what has happened before

She starts to yell
To ease the pain
She yells "I'm such a fucking hypocrite
I'm such a fucking hypocrite
I'm such a fucking hypocrite"
But they're all just tin men
But none of them want a heart

Five thing that made me happy today

1. I saw a lot of friends today again because of school.
2. I get to read Sir Gawain and the Green Knight soon.
3. My cooking class has a hot blonde teacher.
4. I got another sneak preview of a new album from McCafferty. Check them out at http://mccafferty.bandcamp.com/
5. I made a girl's night better by yelling positive lyrics at her.

School's here.

Welp. Today's the first day back at school. Yeah. A Friday. But whatever. The school is run by retards. Again, whatever. Regardless, here's to a great Junior year. *raises green tea like champagne*

Allons-y!

TwoCans QotD

Q: What's your favorite quality of yourself.

A: My ability to (usually) brush things off and not stress about them. I say usually because there are some things you can't help stressing over, but I usually don't stress over the day to day drama or arguments that a lot of people stress over.

Can't sleep

Fuckfuckfuckfuck fuck going back to prison, ahem, school. Greds r dum, fuk shit, dun wonna wak up at fiv am fock feck rack fick

Two Cans and String Question of the Day #3

Q: Do you ever just have a dream so perfect that you wish it could be true? And you try your hardest to dream it again, but it just doesn't work?

A: Yes, but my dreams are just what I want in reality. And because of that I just wake up sad as I realize that it probably won't happen.

A Moment of Anger

It's been a month
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Whenever I see her tweet
A little fire burns in my head

I'm not mad at her
I'm could never be mad at her
I feel a thousand different things
Because my emotions have been scattered.

For a split second
I want to split my head
And for a split second
I want to split hers too
But I am not angry
I'm not an angry person

I keep my self distracted
With YouTube, friends, and music
Facebook's getting old
But I've tweeted over 2000 tweets

I'd rather not see hers
But I can't make myself unfollow

So Instead I do this:
Write these shitty songs about her
Write these shitty songs about me
Write these shitty songs about us
About what we used to be
About what I still want to happen
I write these shitty songs for you.

TwoCans Question of the Day #2

Q: What sets you apart from everyone?

A: Everything, yet nothing. I'm unique just like everyone else. Ironic, right? I'm the only person who likes all the things I like, and hates all the things I hate. No one else in the world is exactly like me, but the same can be said for everyone else, so does that then mean that I am not unique? I don't know. Either way, life goes on. There is no reason for me to dwell on such things. We are who we are who we are.

I Don't Regret It, But I Wish I Could Reset It

Twenty years ago today
The doctor snipped my life support
And now I've got no place to stay
And no good news to report

What I was thinking
Buying that new Dodge Challenger
The gas is way to much
You think I've disappointed her?

The second I turned eighteen
I littered my body with all these tattoos
The second I turn twenty-one
I'll already be drowning in booze
She had her good intentions
But I never gave her a second thought.
The things she tried to teach me
All went down the toilet once I turned sixteen

I'll come home high as fuck
And she'll just tell me to sleep
And when I wake up next morning
There'll be no words; I'll leave in my Jeep

I had much better plans
It wasn't supposed to go this way
I'm sorry, Mom, I am.
I'll try to get it together some day

Have I disappointed you?
If so, I can't blame you
I'm sorry, Mom, I really am
I'm so sorry, Mom, you can't know how badly
I'm sorry, Mom, but I'm still your boy
I'm sorry, Mom, I really am.
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'M SORRY