<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:05:21.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you so much that it hurts my head</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link 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/&gt;Its hard to believe the words against what you see&lt;br /&gt;Take a picture in black and white&lt;br /&gt;And add some color against the waves&lt;br /&gt;we're bound to come around again&lt;br /&gt;They're bound to come around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're throwing punches at ocean waves&lt;br /&gt;The earth shook, the earth shook&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen a lie surf that way&lt;br /&gt;And no one can stay afloat today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are you supposed to wake up?&lt;br /&gt;All your pockets full of answers&lt;br /&gt;prescriptions for questions&lt;br /&gt;Never make the mark you want to&lt;br /&gt;When will this sinking feeling leave us?&lt;br /&gt;Its Eating us like cancer&lt;br /&gt;Because we never learned the lessons&lt;br /&gt;Never make the mark you want to&lt;br /&gt;Make up the stories we'll all tell to our children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its raining gasoline&lt;br /&gt;On cigarettes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;Tip your glass to the sea&lt;br /&gt;Watch it burn the night away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-2245088105794181683?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/2245088105794181683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=2245088105794181683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/2245088105794181683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/2245088105794181683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2010/10/hold-water-ransom-bp.html' title='Hold The Water Ransom (BP)'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-2467096138207666457</id><published>2010-10-06T15:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T15:06:53.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled as of now</title><content type='html'>I've been drinking and drinking and drinking gasoline&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm waiting and waiting for you to ignite me&lt;br /&gt;I'll burn for you through your nights sleep&lt;br /&gt;Just don't forget to fill me with kerosene&lt;br /&gt;Because the bad feels so good&lt;br /&gt;And the bad feels good to me&lt;br /&gt;The bad just feels, well it just feels&lt;br /&gt;So good, so good, oh hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the last time we spoke?&lt;br /&gt;Take you down to the waters edge&lt;br /&gt;But I can't make you drink, oh no&lt;br /&gt;Do I remember the last time she wrote?&lt;br /&gt;Took the blade down to the finest edge&lt;br /&gt;No but I can't make you, no I can't make you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the bad feels so good&lt;br /&gt;And the bad feels good to me&lt;br /&gt;The bad just feels, well it just feels&lt;br /&gt;So good, so good, oh hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mistook me for someone who cared&lt;br /&gt;Now your words are falling on deaf ears&lt;br /&gt;I've seen enough to know when to love&lt;br /&gt;And I've seen enough of you to know you should give up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-2467096138207666457?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-2660514961960894665</id><published>2010-10-06T15:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T15:06:20.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mend Able</title><content type='html'>You sing the words I'll play the chords&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was the plan&lt;br /&gt;You played it true to form&lt;br /&gt;Now you're torn and I can't stand it&lt;br /&gt;you're throwing stones in a glass home&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stand it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a liar, I'm a liar&lt;br /&gt;I'm a liar, but I learned&lt;br /&gt;All my best tricks from you&lt;br /&gt;Is that what you wanted to hear?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz that's what you wanted to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're throwing stones&lt;br /&gt;I hope its biblical&lt;br /&gt;There's no honor between brothers and thieves&lt;br /&gt;There's no honor between the knives in your sleeves&lt;br /&gt;Now You're putting out this fire with gasoline&lt;br /&gt;But don't mind me I'm stoking the flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a liar, I'm a liar&lt;br /&gt;I'm a liar, but I learned&lt;br /&gt;All my best tricks from you&lt;br /&gt;Is that what you wanted to hear?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz that's what you wanted to hear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-2660514961960894665?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/2660514961960894665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=2660514961960894665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;I never tried it but I'm always up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well your shoulder was cold&lt;br /&gt;(and you were throwing stones)&lt;br /&gt;I'm catching sparks and sand&lt;br /&gt;(can you even see from your end?)&lt;br /&gt;We're all freezing from the east&lt;br /&gt;And you're catching up on sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you never tried it but I'm keeping up&lt;br /&gt;You never tried it but you're always up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're pushing twenty five at the end&lt;br /&gt;And its thirty two on the skin&lt;br /&gt;We hope you're warm up top&lt;br /&gt;When you turn the radio off&lt;br /&gt;When you turn the radio off&lt;br /&gt;Turn the radio off, turn the radio off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you never tried it but I'm keeping up&lt;br /&gt;You never tried it but you're always up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well how about you control?&lt;br /&gt;How about you control?&lt;br /&gt;How about you control?&lt;br /&gt;And how about you control?&lt;div 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Control?'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-6720844676363731834</id><published>2010-10-06T15:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T15:05:35.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tragedy (pt 2)</title><content type='html'>Well this is what living like this does&lt;br /&gt;Weren't you taught better than this?&lt;br /&gt;I hope you keep drinking gasoline&lt;br /&gt;I'll sit on this stage and light you on fire&lt;br /&gt;Did you tell your daughter you're the best of liars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were there wedding bells when you said I do?&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice she was looking straight through you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out the cross, here comes the martyr&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding from his ears for the screams of his daughter&lt;br /&gt;She has the same name, oh, she has the same name&lt;br /&gt;The children always pay for the sins of the father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were there wedding bells when you said I do?&lt;br /&gt;Hope you feel good that you had her fooled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So look out you son of a bitch&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you keep talking shit?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz snitches and talkers&lt;br /&gt;Get stitches and walkers&lt;br /&gt;Now we know which bullet fits&lt;br /&gt;You've already shot yourself to pieces,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to tear straight into you&lt;br /&gt;I just want to slit your throat the way you do&lt;br /&gt;Would it break your heart, tell her the truth?&lt;br /&gt;(the truth, the whole truth and nothing but...)&lt;br /&gt;Because I just wanna tear straight into you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna tear straight into you&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna tear straight into you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-6720844676363731834?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/6720844676363731834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=6720844676363731834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/6720844676363731834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/6720844676363731834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2010/10/tragedy-pt-2.html' title='The Tragedy (pt 2)'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-6751470128633790420</id><published>2010-10-06T15:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T15:05:03.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tragedy (pt 1)</title><content type='html'>She sits on the porch and smokes camel wides&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and all the things that lead her to this life&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't said he loves her in months&lt;br /&gt;But she knows exactly why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were there wedding bells when you said I do?&lt;br /&gt;Could you even tell if he was looking at you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sits on the couch and watches their daughter play&lt;br /&gt;she can't even begin to guess what he'll say&lt;br /&gt;Because he hasn't said he loves her in months&lt;br /&gt;She says "if I believed in God I'd pray"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sits on the porch and smokes camel wides&lt;br /&gt;The ash burns her skin and the tears douse the fire&lt;br /&gt;The truth, the while truth and nothing but?&lt;br /&gt;"how can you trade in your children for a far away love?&lt;br /&gt;How can you tell your daughter she never mattered?&lt;br /&gt;How can you trade in your children?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-6751470128633790420?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/6751470128633790420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-7032324994444415959</id><published>2010-10-06T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T15:04:08.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brittany's song</title><content type='html'>Smoke from the last cigarette sits&lt;br /&gt;Cold like stone and colorless&lt;br /&gt;You're sleeping like the peace you keep&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinking like a stone in the sea&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts run through my head&lt;br /&gt;Over and over and over and over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you wake, the color comes alive&lt;br /&gt;The silver smoke turns gold with light from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Green like the grass, bright as the sun&lt;br /&gt;Deep like the space you don't believe exists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had prayers that need no answer&lt;br /&gt;Now, let it turn to ashes, blow it out&lt;br /&gt;you're waking like the sun in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;I've finally found a reason to sing again&lt;br /&gt;You put a stop to these thoughts in my head&lt;br /&gt;Over and over and over and over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you wake, the color comes alive&lt;br /&gt;The silver smoke turns gold with light from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Green like the grass, bright as the sun&lt;br /&gt;Deep like the space you don't believe exists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched orion dance across the sky&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have to be warm to pretend its summertime&lt;br /&gt;We watched satellites streak across the night&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have to be cold to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you wake, the color comes alive&lt;br /&gt;The silver smoke turns gold with light from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Green like the grass, bright as the sun&lt;br /&gt;Deep like the space you don't believe exists&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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song'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-3873809815467162991</id><published>2009-12-04T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:19:19.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannon To A Whisper</title><content type='html'>from a cannon to a whisper,&lt;br /&gt;he whispered "maybe i'll disappear"&lt;br /&gt;play you songs from the road&lt;br /&gt;with all these lyrics i stole&lt;br /&gt;from torn up record sleeves&lt;br /&gt;and all these secrets you don't keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you're so delicate, i became a machine&lt;br /&gt;you're so delicate, i became a machine&lt;br /&gt;you're so delicate, i became a machine&lt;br /&gt;you're so delicate, i am, i am a machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it went from a cannon to a whisper&lt;br /&gt;from a lover to a kisser&lt;br /&gt;and you thought you were one step closer&lt;br /&gt;but you've never been farther away&lt;br /&gt;and i only wanted an answer&lt;br /&gt;so whisper, whisper, whisper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you're so delicate, i became a machine&lt;br /&gt;you're so delicate, i became a machine&lt;br /&gt;you're so delicate, i became a machine&lt;br /&gt;you're so delicate, i am, i am a machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all killers just like you&lt;br /&gt;(cannon to a whisper)&lt;br /&gt;we're all dying just like you&lt;br /&gt;(take apart the words)&lt;br /&gt;we're all killers just like you&lt;br /&gt;(cannon to a whisper)&lt;br /&gt;we're all dying just like you&lt;br /&gt;(take apart the words)&lt;br /&gt;we're starting fires just like you&lt;br /&gt;(cannon to a whisper)&lt;br /&gt;we're just as lost as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna die like this you know,&lt;br /&gt;rusted, faded and old&lt;br /&gt;say i'd disappear, say i'd disappear,&lt;br /&gt;say i won't, say i won't, say i won't&lt;br /&gt;(are you sure? are you sure? are you sure?)&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna die like this you know,&lt;br /&gt;rusted, faded and old&lt;br /&gt;say i'd disappear, say i'd disappear,s&lt;br /&gt;ay i won't, say i won't, say i won't&lt;br /&gt;(are you sure? are you sure? are you sure?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-3873809815467162991?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/3873809815467162991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-5981426302385488857</id><published>2009-11-29T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:07:14.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'd Be In Good Shape If You Ran Like Your Mouth Does</title><content type='html'>lie to all your friends say everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;let them sing you sad songs in the night&lt;br /&gt;did your lover ever tell you his plight?&lt;br /&gt;because i saw you shrug him off your shoulders&lt;br /&gt;couldn't roll over when he laid down for the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did your lungs ever tire of the poison?&lt;br /&gt;you're changing colors with the season&lt;br /&gt;i never said i didn't believe&lt;br /&gt;but i've got no faith in you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pull down all the trees&lt;br /&gt;burn down all these clouds&lt;br /&gt;tell your God what you thought you knew about&lt;br /&gt;just say what you think you believe&lt;br /&gt;i won't listen, tell you what you'll never see&lt;br /&gt;tell them all what you thought you knew about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did your lungs ever tire of poison?&lt;br /&gt;because you're full of everything but reason&lt;br /&gt;i never said i didn't believe&lt;br /&gt;but i've got no faith in you or me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all dead, pull down all the trees&lt;br /&gt;everything's said, burn down the clouds&lt;br /&gt;breathe in, breathe in, breathe in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lie to everyone that you know&lt;br /&gt;(go ahead and pick up the knife)&lt;br /&gt;i hope my name tastes good on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to see what you're made of)&lt;br /&gt;i hope it burns like your liquor&lt;br /&gt;(go ahead and pick up the knife)&lt;br /&gt;hope it gets you angry faster&lt;br /&gt;(i'd like to see what you're made of)&lt;br /&gt;i hope it pulls the ground from your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lie to everyone that you know&lt;br /&gt;(go ahead and pick up the knife)&lt;br /&gt;i hope my name tastes good on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to see what you're made of)&lt;br /&gt;i hope it burns like your liquor&lt;br /&gt;(go ahead and pick up the knife)&lt;br /&gt;hope it gets you angry faster&lt;br /&gt;(i'd like to see what you're made of)&lt;br /&gt;i hope it pulls the ground from your feet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-5981426302385488857?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/5981426302385488857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=5981426302385488857' title='0 Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-3922733012353808607</id><published>2009-08-13T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:01:56.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Faith You've Found I've Never Felt</title><content type='html'>we all said your prayers&lt;br /&gt;whether you wanted us to or not&lt;br /&gt;the preacher man led the songs&lt;br /&gt;and the choir sang them all from heart&lt;br /&gt;like we knew them all from heart&lt;br /&gt;the curtain's closing, but you're not really leaving,&lt;br /&gt;you can't, the sun can set but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could i sell this procession for one last kiss?&lt;br /&gt;could i leave this reception and see you again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funeral procession happened on a sunny day&lt;br /&gt;the kind you used to love&lt;br /&gt;the sun tried, and finally&lt;br /&gt;fought past the clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the preacher man said don't,&lt;br /&gt;don't come visit you&lt;br /&gt;because you're not,&lt;br /&gt;not staying here&lt;br /&gt;but it's so hard to drive past and, and, and&lt;br /&gt;and try not to ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could i sell this feeling for one last kiss?&lt;br /&gt;could i leave this stone and see you again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so picture me devoid of energy, and all this broken heart&lt;br /&gt;and i keep hearing it might come if i need it&lt;br /&gt;the preacher man wants me to believe it&lt;br /&gt;but this always seemed the one thing we can't avoid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've got all these broken melodies and children lost for words&lt;br /&gt;and i keep hearing it might come if i need it&lt;br /&gt;the preacher man wants me to believe it&lt;br /&gt;but this always seemed the one thing i can't avoid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now the choir's staying quiet,&lt;br /&gt;i think the preacher man is tired&lt;br /&gt;does this city ever sleep?&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't, and i don't, and i don't&lt;br /&gt;and i know i can't but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could i sell this procession for one last kiss?&lt;br /&gt;could i leave this reception and see you again?&lt;br /&gt;could i sell this feeling for one last kiss?&lt;br /&gt;could i leave this stone and see you again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-3922733012353808607?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/3922733012353808607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=3922733012353808607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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good</title><content type='html'>i wish you could see your face when i tell you&lt;br /&gt;it's just another thing wasted on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when you had potential?&lt;br /&gt;remember when the sun shone for you?&lt;br /&gt;remember when it weasn't something you coudln't handle?&lt;br /&gt;remember when i used to love you too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were teh stars in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;shining bright,&lt;br /&gt;lighting my way back home&lt;br /&gt;but time's been cruel&lt;br /&gt;now you're dim and dull,&lt;br /&gt;and nothing more is coming from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when you first told me?&lt;br /&gt;remember when it wasn't mine?&lt;br /&gt;remember how you hoped it looked like me?&lt;br /&gt;remember the remorse in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the day that part of you died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been years and years and years&lt;br /&gt;and you only come back here when your ears need to be filled&lt;br /&gt;beacuse all he can do is drain all the fluids from you&lt;br /&gt;and you can't blame a firl for sticking to...&lt;br /&gt;can't blame a girl for sticking to what she knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, what's she know? and oh, what's she know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-7694542558961327233?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/7694542558961327233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=7694542558961327233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/7694542558961327233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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your things because your feet are leaving the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm thinking of the things we could be&lt;br /&gt;just so long as we don't float too far away&lt;br /&gt;thinking of you holding on to me&lt;br /&gt;the way i've always held the things you'd say&lt;br /&gt;can you see me at all?&lt;br /&gt;can you see me at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i try hard enough i can see&lt;br /&gt;the way you smile when you're waving at me&lt;br /&gt;holding out your hand to erase this ghost town&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'll never, never let you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm thinking of the things we could be&lt;br /&gt;just so long as we don't float too far away&lt;br /&gt;thinking of you holding on to me&lt;br /&gt;the way i've always held the things you'd say&lt;br /&gt;can you see me at all?&lt;br /&gt;can you see me at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fly you to the stars&lt;br /&gt;We'll swim in the big dipper and we'll camp somewhere on mars&lt;br /&gt;if you promise, if you swear that you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;i'll dive into the sky with you&lt;br /&gt;we'll swim in ursa major and watch the stars fly by&lt;br /&gt;we'll fly to black holes and you'll&lt;br /&gt;paint them blue with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fly you anywhere you want to be and&lt;br /&gt;show you what you've been missing&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you by the hand,&lt;br /&gt;ask you what's in your big plans&lt;br /&gt;then i'll tell you mine&lt;br /&gt;they're all in your hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-6866528483134855324?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/6866528483134855324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=6866528483134855324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/6866528483134855324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/6866528483134855324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/07/secret.html' title='the secret'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-7755999357868558625</id><published>2009-06-30T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:17:01.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OK, happy</title><content type='html'>By this time tomorrow i'll be a headline at best,&lt;br /&gt;she said break a leg and i said i'll break all the rest&lt;br /&gt;you're just vain enough to think this song's about you&lt;br /&gt;when i know you're just like every other girl&lt;br /&gt;one, your name's not in my head, and&lt;br /&gt;two, she pulls off what you pretend to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did they ever tell you your beauty puts the angels to shame?&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't tell you to your face because your eyes are just too blinding&lt;br /&gt;but rest assured, i've loved you since your gaze graced this sad shaking form&lt;br /&gt;will you ever know? Will you ever know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm not going to stop this, whether you like it or not&lt;br /&gt;this is so difficult for the both of us&lt;br /&gt;i know we tried so hard, it seems like there's no hope for us,&lt;br /&gt;just look across the table&lt;br /&gt;just look on the stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just look at you, sitting in that plastic chair.&lt;br /&gt;just keep rocking, shake all the evil out&lt;br /&gt;just look at you, and your glowing auburn hair&lt;br /&gt;just keep talking, get all the evil out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm not going to stop this, whether you like it or not&lt;br /&gt;this is so difficult for the both of us&lt;br /&gt;i know we tried so hard, it seems like there's no hope for us,&lt;br /&gt;just look across the table (it's all in my head)&lt;br /&gt;just look on the stage (it's just a mess)&lt;br /&gt;just look across the table (it's all in my head)&lt;br /&gt;just look on the stage (it's just a mess)&lt;div 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happy'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-8042227031253802694</id><published>2009-06-28T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:17:52.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wasn't prepared for this</title><content type='html'>we're just boys singing at microphones&lt;br /&gt;stealing lines from record sleeves&lt;br /&gt;and wishing on your hipbones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if this isn't a cry for help,&lt;br /&gt;then i couldn't tell you what is&lt;br /&gt;but you've got me wrapped around your finger&lt;br /&gt;and i'm never prepared for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm in stitches because of you&lt;br /&gt;(can you feel it slipping through your fingers?)&lt;br /&gt;all you ever, ever do&lt;br /&gt;(life's just away a breath away)&lt;br /&gt;is find new ways to rip me in two&lt;br /&gt;(if you give in to these sinners)&lt;br /&gt;just to break in two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're just kids breaking hearts and bones&lt;br /&gt;because it's all we ever learned&lt;br /&gt;contradictions will always leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please teach me something new&lt;br /&gt;because i can't keep falling apart over you&lt;br /&gt;but you've got me wrapped around your finger&lt;br /&gt;and i'm never prepared for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm in stitches because of you&lt;br /&gt;(can you feel it slipping through your fingers?)&lt;br /&gt;all you ever, ever do&lt;br /&gt;(life's just away a breath away)&lt;br /&gt;is find new ways to rip me in two&lt;br /&gt;(if you give in to these sinners)&lt;br /&gt;just to break in two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm better at this&lt;br /&gt;than slitting wrists&lt;br /&gt;but i never said i was above it&lt;br /&gt;if my voice is your nicotine&lt;br /&gt;don't you wish you could breathe me in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm better at this than slitting wrists&lt;br /&gt;but i never said i was above it&lt;br /&gt;and if my voice is your nicotine&lt;br /&gt;i bet you wish you could breathe me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm in stitches because of you&lt;br /&gt;(we're just boys singing at microphones)&lt;br /&gt;all you ever, ever do&lt;br /&gt;(stealing lines from record sleeves)&lt;br /&gt;is find new ways to rip me in two&lt;br /&gt;(and wishing on your hipbones)&lt;br /&gt;just to break in two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i already told you, i'm never prepared for this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-8042227031253802694?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-1333785606852115763</id><published>2009-06-22T15:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:33:39.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you are the prescription i could never fill,&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i could never fix with a pill&lt;br /&gt;i'll crawl back to you,&lt;br /&gt;eat scraps from your table like the mutt i am&lt;br /&gt;eat scraps from your bed like the mutt i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the fly on the wall&lt;br /&gt;annoyance you could never kill&lt;br /&gt;so come gliding back to me like teh angel you are&lt;br /&gt;like the angel you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was so sweet wrapped around your little finger&lt;br /&gt;and every little thing you did only made it sweeter&lt;br /&gt;now every road leads to your place, and ever mirror reflects your face&lt;br /&gt;and i jsut can't keep my mind off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you're the fire in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be the smoke in your lungs&lt;br /&gt;we're both addicted to the words i always sung&lt;br /&gt;you're teh music in these broken bones&lt;br /&gt;but i'm just the smoke in your lungs&lt;br /&gt;we're both addicted like the words i always said... to you&lt;br /&gt;and only you, and only you, it was only you, only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so turn around again, in my heart and in my hands, i've got this and i've got you&lt;br /&gt;so flip your hair again, in my heart and in my hands i've got this, i've got you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-1333785606852115763?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-1844457787552460537</id><published>2009-06-10T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:20:26.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're always saying never</title><content type='html'>that's an awful pretty mouth babe&lt;br /&gt;but you better shut it or you'll be to blame, again&lt;br /&gt;now let me in, let me in, let me in&lt;br /&gt;do you even remember?&lt;br /&gt;then what's my name? what's my name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope the drugs felt good, hope the sex was better&lt;br /&gt;hope you're always, always saying never&lt;br /&gt;but tell me something, dear, tell me&lt;br /&gt;just what exactly what were you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just c-c-c-c-can't decide&lt;br /&gt;what we're gonna do with you&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i just can't decide&lt;br /&gt;what we're gonna tell them happened to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope the drugs felt good, hope the sex was better&lt;br /&gt;hope you're always, always saying never&lt;br /&gt;but tell me something, dear, tell me&lt;br /&gt;just what exactly what were you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fingerprints match the .45&lt;br /&gt;bullets match the holes in my side&lt;br /&gt;you had to motive, you had the incentive&lt;br /&gt;you had the reasons, seasons just right&lt;br /&gt;too bad you're just as bad a shot&lt;br /&gt;as you are at keeping promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope the drugs felt good, hope the sex was better&lt;br /&gt;hope you're always, always saying never&lt;br /&gt;but tell me something, dear, tell me&lt;br /&gt;just what exactly what were you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;did you think you'd get away&lt;br /&gt;that you'd ever see the sun again?&lt;br /&gt;did you think you'd get away?&lt;br /&gt;that you'd ever see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope the drugs felt good, hope the sex was better&lt;br /&gt;hope you're always, always saying never&lt;br /&gt;but tell me something, dear, tell me&lt;br /&gt;just what exactly what were you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;did you think you'd get away&lt;br /&gt;that you'd ever see the sun again?&lt;br /&gt;did you think you'd get away?&lt;br /&gt;that you'd ever see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-1844457787552460537?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/1844457787552460537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=1844457787552460537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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(blur)</title><content type='html'>well i couldn't stop the burning in my ear&lt;br /&gt;when you told me exactly what i wanted to hear&lt;br /&gt;louder, louder with my mic wrapped round your wrist&lt;br /&gt;(they're just lies, they're just lies)&lt;br /&gt;breathe in and out, come down, come down&lt;br /&gt;breathe in and out, come down, come down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all such a blur to her to her to her&lt;br /&gt;and it's all such a blur to this girl&lt;br /&gt;and she just needs some attention&lt;br /&gt;and she just wants some affection&lt;br /&gt;and she just needs some direction&lt;br /&gt;she could use in anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've often wondered if my teeth would fit&lt;br /&gt;in those tracks marks stitched in your skin&lt;br /&gt;if they did would you shoot me up?&lt;br /&gt;(she's just a liar, just a liar)&lt;br /&gt;breathe in and out, come down, come down&lt;br /&gt;breathe in and out, come down, come down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all such a blur to her to her to her&lt;br /&gt;and it's all such a blur to this girl&lt;br /&gt;and she can't fight this infection&lt;br /&gt;and she's bruised from these injections&lt;br /&gt;and she's left with these inflections&lt;br /&gt;she could use in anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whisper all your secrets in my microphone&lt;br /&gt;will it keep them? will it keep them?&lt;br /&gt;whisper all your secrets in my microphone&lt;br /&gt;will it keep them? would i keep them?&lt;br /&gt;could you keep them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whisper all your secrets in your permanent ink&lt;br /&gt;the one that reminds you of me&lt;br /&gt;breathe in more smoke like your lungs are fresh and unsold&lt;br /&gt;collect more needles like a more a reminder of the color you sold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sickly, not sober, quickly, before we see her&lt;br /&gt;sickly, not sober, quickly, before we see her&lt;br /&gt;you got us good, you got us good,&lt;br /&gt;serious like a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;you got us good, you got us good,&lt;br /&gt;sharpened blade right through the back&lt;br /&gt;you got us good, you got us good,&lt;br /&gt;serious like a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;you got us good, you got us good,&lt;br /&gt;but we're getting, getting you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz all your ex best friends say intervention,&lt;br /&gt;all your ex best friends say intervention,&lt;br /&gt;all your ex best friends say intervention,&lt;br /&gt;all your ex best friends say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-5973229977712963305?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/5973229977712963305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=5973229977712963305' title='0 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(Summer song)</title><content type='html'>you can say everything you want to,&lt;br /&gt;it won't change a thing&lt;br /&gt;(I'd rather see you win this one)&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on those summer rains,&lt;br /&gt;lightning under sunshine&lt;br /&gt;(I'd rather see you win this one)&lt;br /&gt;and you can't change a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well let the summer rain wash down on me,&lt;br /&gt;i'll let you wash down on me too&lt;br /&gt;let the summer rain sweep me away all the ways i want you to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now tell me that you changed for the better&lt;br /&gt;and I'd rather see you win this one&lt;br /&gt;you'll never forget how bad things were&lt;br /&gt;before the weather&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather see you win this one&lt;br /&gt;but you'd rather just forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well let the summer rain wash down on me,&lt;br /&gt;i'll let you wash down on me too&lt;br /&gt;let the summer rain sweep me away all the ways i want you to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we've got nothing on these summer storms,&lt;br /&gt;we'll just lay out on the floor&lt;br /&gt;leave the cooler on and listen to the doors&lt;br /&gt;we can melt together, melt together&lt;br /&gt;melt together in the summer storms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather see you win this one&lt;br /&gt;but you win every time&lt;br /&gt;and i'd rather see you win this one&lt;br /&gt;but you win every time&lt;br /&gt;well let the summer rain wash down on me,&lt;br /&gt;i'll let you wash down on me too&lt;br /&gt;let the summer rain sweep me away all the ways i want you to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-3114184238751474830?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/3114184238751474830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=3114184238751474830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/3114184238751474830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/3114184238751474830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-you-didnt-know-summer-song.html' title='oh, you didn&apos;t know? (Summer song)'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-4690932605930546697</id><published>2009-05-15T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T12:49:26.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bruised or not, you're still cute</title><content type='html'>we got buzzed the last night we really talked&lt;br /&gt;we made love under stars and everywhere we'd walked&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't think of any other way to say goodbye so i kissed you on the mouth&lt;br /&gt;if i'd have known you'd die that night i would have said everything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember so much life in you&lt;br /&gt;i remember so much breath in you&lt;br /&gt;i remember holding hands with you&lt;br /&gt;when we talked of what we'd do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i'd write you a letter, like i used to&lt;br /&gt;like i saved you, before,&lt;br /&gt;but you wouldn't read it now&lt;br /&gt;instead i'll just sit here, like we used to&lt;br /&gt;as if we could ever save you, before&lt;br /&gt;it's all so stupid on paper&lt;br /&gt;it's fucked up, i fucked up, you fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;but i thought you should know i still mean it when i say&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember so much life in you&lt;br /&gt;i remember so much breath in you&lt;br /&gt;i remember holding hands with you&lt;br /&gt;when we talked of what we'd do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll have to, we'll have to, we'll have to, i should do.&lt;br /&gt;i want to, i want you, i miss you, we should do...&lt;br /&gt;well without you, without you, without you, i would do...&lt;br /&gt;without you, without you, without you, i could do&lt;br /&gt;you always knew, you always knew, we always do, what we shouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to, just tell you, but you're too..... far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when we used to dance on the stars?&lt;br /&gt;we'd spend the night on mars?&lt;br /&gt;now you're just covered in scars&lt;br /&gt;now i'm just covered in scars.&lt;br /&gt;remember when we used to dance on the stars?&lt;br /&gt;when we'd spend the night on mars?&lt;br /&gt;now you're just covered in scars&lt;br /&gt;now i'm just covered in scars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-4690932605930546697?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/4690932605930546697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-7445829169895383115</id><published>2009-05-06T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:53:21.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>part 4: last words</title><content type='html'>we thought we made it through, we thought we had a chance&lt;br /&gt;we sounded so commanding and without a second glance&lt;br /&gt;we dreamed of this endearing like your last slow dance&lt;br /&gt;but no we're pinned against the wall as bullets fill the air&lt;br /&gt;this was the perfect plan, i said,&lt;br /&gt;this was the perfect-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stole all your inspiration&lt;br /&gt;and made sure your heart was broken&lt;br /&gt;just because you were right all along&lt;br /&gt;just because i keep writing you songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we won't hold out much longer&lt;br /&gt;i hope he makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;and i hope this still hurts&lt;br /&gt;but no matter what happens to me&lt;br /&gt;you'll always be in my last words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stole all your inspiration&lt;br /&gt;and made sure your heart was broken&lt;br /&gt;just because you were right all along&lt;br /&gt;just because i keep writing you songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bullets hit the windows first and brought them crashing to the ground&lt;br /&gt;the same way your feet used to hit the ground running back to&lt;br /&gt;footsteps and screams are background melody for the symphony&lt;br /&gt;that is our demise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody moves, nobody get any smart ideas&lt;br /&gt;this is your first night here so you've gotta pray&lt;br /&gt;a chorus of shots ring out in the night&lt;br /&gt;nobody moves, nobody make a scene&lt;br /&gt;we'll break you down, burn who you love, shoot you now&lt;br /&gt;i think it's safe to say we're losing this fight&lt;br /&gt;nobody moves, nobody be a hero today&lt;br /&gt;all we're gonna do is make you lonely lonely lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this still hurts, but you'll always be my last words&lt;br /&gt;(this was the perfect plan, i said, this was the perfect-)&lt;br /&gt;i hope this still hurts, but you'll always be my last words&lt;br /&gt;(this was the perfect plan, i said, this was the perfect-)&lt;br /&gt;i hope this still hurts, but you'll always be my last words&lt;br /&gt;(this was the perfect plan, i said, this was the perfect-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-7445829169895383115?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/7445829169895383115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-6598795724116940162</id><published>2009-05-06T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:44:34.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>part 3: getaways</title><content type='html'>drive, drive drive and get alone&lt;br /&gt;all you want to be is lonely lonely lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you played your part,&lt;br /&gt;every word thrown like a star through my heart&lt;br /&gt;"well at least i taught you to aim well enough," I said,&lt;br /&gt;"at least i know a conviction you've never felt," she said,&lt;br /&gt;it was enough to fool you and bring you to your knees&lt;br /&gt;and break you down, burn who you love, shoot you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so drive, drive drive and get alone&lt;br /&gt;(sirens and gunshots in rearviews)&lt;br /&gt;all i wanna do is get you lonely lonely lonely&lt;br /&gt;(spike strips in your heels you'll never feel anything again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we pulled this off and you said we never would&lt;br /&gt;we called all your bluffs because you always said we couldn't&lt;br /&gt;well it's your first night here so you've gotta play&lt;br /&gt;pick up the revolver and pray&lt;br /&gt;she's not a prize but she'll show you&lt;br /&gt;slight (break you down)&lt;br /&gt;of (burn who you love)&lt;br /&gt;hand (shoot you dead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could you make this jump if i promised i'd catch you?&lt;br /&gt;would you leap to my arms or run like you always do?&lt;br /&gt;(we'll take aim and never feel anything again)&lt;br /&gt;could you make this jump if i promised i'd catch you?&lt;br /&gt;would you leap to my arms or run like you always do?&lt;br /&gt;(we'll take aim and never feel anything again)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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getaways'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-1332377379660215407</id><published>2009-04-27T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:16:10.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lorene drive has catchy songs, though.</title><content type='html'>so maybe i was speeding and maybe you couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;and maybe the only thing i was thinking was you and me&lt;br /&gt;the way you fell asleep in my arms&lt;br /&gt;they was i tried to keep you from harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way i didn't want to drop you off&lt;br /&gt;this car is beg enough for the two of us&lt;br /&gt;and that's what we'll call home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all iwanted was a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;a way to seal the deal in our little tryst&lt;br /&gt;all i wanted was your hand&lt;br /&gt;steady you as you float off the grass&lt;br /&gt;you just sang along to Lorene Drive&lt;br /&gt;content just to be alone with me in your drive way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way i didn't want to drop you off&lt;br /&gt;this car is beg enough for the two of us&lt;br /&gt;and that's what we'll call home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i loved you. and i love you.&lt;br /&gt;and you left without a word.&lt;br /&gt;i'll siong to you through the static&lt;br /&gt;the airwaves where you'll find me&lt;br /&gt;i'll sing to you, feel my heartbeat in the stereo&lt;br /&gt;i'll sing to you, feel our heartbeat in the stereo&lt;br /&gt;listen to me on your drive home if you're ever feeling lonely or alone&lt;br /&gt;just know i'll sing to you and feel you in the stereo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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though.'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-1459295111692479401</id><published>2009-04-27T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:45:04.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>part 2: hostages</title><content type='html'>noboy moves, nobody get any smart ideas&lt;br /&gt;tooth by tooth i'll pull your smile apart with ease&lt;br /&gt;nobody moves, nobody be a hero today&lt;br /&gt;you'll make it home in time to see your daughter play&lt;br /&gt;nobody moves, nobody has to die here today&lt;br /&gt;i'll rob you blinder than you've ever been&lt;br /&gt;and easily make my escape this day&lt;br /&gt;but i'll keep you alive cause you're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;and i'll need something to look at when i'm stealing your soul&lt;br /&gt;the same way you stole mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody moves, nobody call the cops&lt;br /&gt;their sirens ring louder than the scream at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;they'll drown the news that i got away with every one of these songs&lt;br /&gt;nobody moves, nobody try to talk me down&lt;br /&gt;i'm floating on clouds where none of you can hurt me now&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep you alive cause you're the cutest thing ever&lt;br /&gt;but you're just a convenience now&lt;br /&gt;someone to talk to when i'm behind bars in a jail cell&lt;br /&gt;the same way you talked me through last time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got nine reasons to say goodbye this time,&lt;br /&gt;nine ways tot ell you how bad i hurt this time&lt;br /&gt;and they're loaded in this gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one is how he told you he loved you&lt;br /&gt;two is how you said it back&lt;br /&gt;three is how you always said you loved me back&lt;br /&gt;four is how i'm the first person you trust&lt;br /&gt;five is he way i'm just a vessel for your lust&lt;br /&gt;six is the way you fake your confidence&lt;br /&gt;seven's the way you've left me bleeding nonchalance&lt;br /&gt;eight is for eevr making me fall for you&lt;br /&gt;nine is the way i'll make you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nine is the way i'll make you fall too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-1459295111692479401?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/1459295111692479401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=1459295111692479401' title='0 Comments'/><link 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sunrise</title><content type='html'>you're sneaking out my window,&lt;br /&gt;i'm blowing smoke ring to try and catch your heart&lt;br /&gt;it's only a quarter past four in the morning&lt;br /&gt;"thanks for tonight, I'll meet you later on my porch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played you all my songs just right&lt;br /&gt;just to keep you in my sight&lt;br /&gt;just to make your body tight&lt;br /&gt;but you're still leacing in the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you're the least expensive, most addicting drug i've ever had&lt;br /&gt;fell too hard for you but you just can't let this last&lt;br /&gt;you said i hope you understand,&lt;br /&gt;i said i need my fix and it's coming from your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sneaking in your window,&lt;br /&gt;you're lighting cigarettes for two&lt;br /&gt;smiling as i'm climbing in and sinking into you&lt;br /&gt;when we collide we're making one from two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot me up, breathe me in,&lt;br /&gt;do whatever you have to to feel alive again&lt;br /&gt;because i can't get enough of her pain&lt;br /&gt;hurts so good like cigarette smoke on the brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now she walks along, breaking necks like heart attacks&lt;br /&gt;aiming for all the lonely suitor's backs&lt;br /&gt;she's a killer if you let your dosage lapse&lt;br /&gt;but she's every spark in every synapse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-3212989421442033379?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/3212989421442033379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=3212989421442033379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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loved and lost than to wake up next to you ever day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;under the covers, it was like a puzzle falling into place,&lt;br /&gt;pieces of you attached to pieces of me and we're floating in space&lt;br /&gt;watching stars explode with every kiss&lt;br /&gt;and planets fall extinct with every "oh... miss..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a long drive back, it's a long drive back&lt;br /&gt;(stay up so i can bring you down)&lt;br /&gt;and it's a long drive back, it's a long drive back&lt;br /&gt;(stay wired so i can calm you down)&lt;br /&gt;it's a long drive back, it's a long drive back&lt;br /&gt;(stay tight so i can ring you out)&lt;br /&gt;it's a long drive back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under the blankets we shared all our secrets&lt;br /&gt;"nothing can hurt us here" i said&lt;br /&gt;too bad we're both just liars, and sinners&lt;br /&gt;and i was just a vessel for your sixth&lt;br /&gt;"so oh, go see him miss..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a long drive back, it's a long drive back&lt;br /&gt;(stay up so i can bring you down)&lt;br /&gt;and it's a long drive back, it's a long drive back&lt;br /&gt;(stay wired so i can calm you down)&lt;br /&gt;it's a long drive back, it's a long drive back&lt;br /&gt;(stay tight so i can ring you out)&lt;br /&gt;it's a long drive back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if our mouths were missles we'd be locked away&lt;br /&gt;if our hands were razors we'd cut through our names&lt;br /&gt;our bodies were weapons and we're designed&lt;br /&gt;to bring this place down, cross all the lines&lt;br /&gt;just to get to you, to you, to you&lt;br /&gt;i hope this gets to you, to you, to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay up so i can bring you down&lt;br /&gt;(dreams only last one night)&lt;br /&gt;i just want to hold you down&lt;br /&gt;(dreams only last one night)&lt;br /&gt;stay up so i can bring you down&lt;br /&gt;(dreams only last one night)&lt;br /&gt;i just want to hold you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll hang from your words, your baited breath&lt;br /&gt;fall to my knees whenever she says&lt;br /&gt;compliment the mess with baby's breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-6289441365911453717?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/6289441365911453717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=6289441365911453717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/6289441365911453717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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were little kids, we barely knew our names&lt;br /&gt;content at just how discontent we were&lt;br /&gt;but when the spring came, it changed everything we knew&lt;br /&gt;i looked up at your trees, "you bear the strangest fruit..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it's my turn now, i never wanted to end up like you&lt;br /&gt;but it's my turn now, we're all killers just like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we plucked from the trees and even ate the seeds&lt;br /&gt;we said, "oh my, oh yes, everything we thought we knew&lt;br /&gt;just got up and left."&lt;br /&gt;we never knew what we had started,&lt;br /&gt;"can you bear what you have started?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it's my turn now, i never wanted to end up like you&lt;br /&gt;but it's my turn now, we're all killers just like you&lt;br /&gt;we're all dying just like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all killers just like you&lt;br /&gt;we're all dying just like you&lt;br /&gt;we're starting fires just like you&lt;br /&gt;we're just as lost as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all killers just like you&lt;br /&gt;(you bear the strangest fruit)&lt;br /&gt;we're all dying just like you&lt;br /&gt;(you bear the strangest fruit)&lt;br /&gt;we're starting fires just like you&lt;br /&gt;(you bear the strangest fruit)&lt;br /&gt;we're just as lost as you&lt;br /&gt;(you bear the strangest fruit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-6191018757217852694?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/6191018757217852694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=6191018757217852694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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falls like bachelors for bad luck girls</title><content type='html'>i wanted to write you something poetic about your eyes and a sunrise&lt;br /&gt;or your porcelain skin and our weekend long stints&lt;br /&gt;i've ust got a bit of writer's block baby, that's all i'm sure&lt;br /&gt;and when it's done, you'll have the prettiest song, the most potent cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all your long days and your sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;and the way your roomate leaves on the lights&lt;br /&gt;i've just got a bit of writer's block baby, that's all i'm sure&lt;br /&gt;and when it's done, you'll have the prettiest song, the most potent cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll smile at the pictures on my wall&lt;br /&gt;and pretend you're doing the same&lt;br /&gt;hum the songs we used to talk through&lt;br /&gt;and hope you remember their names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play the theif and steal all your favorite lines from record sleeves&lt;br /&gt;to make you smile and forget when you need to leave&lt;br /&gt;i've just got this bit of writer's block baby, that's all i'm sure&lt;br /&gt;and when it's done, you'll have the prettiest song, the most potent cure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-8133828017267371510?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/8133828017267371510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=8133828017267371510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/8133828017267371510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/8133828017267371510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/04/verdict-falls-like-bachelors-for-bad.html' title='the verdict falls like bachelors for bad luck girls'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-383141225882180331</id><published>2009-04-21T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:10:37.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>petty vandalism is it's own reward</title><content type='html'>can i just crack a window? can i just vent this room?&lt;br /&gt;the same way i'd like to tear some vents in you?&lt;br /&gt;let out all the poison, let out all the memories&lt;br /&gt;start again brand new the way we're supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;the way we thought we're supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least i hope you're happy, and every other cliche&lt;br /&gt;because i'm sick of all my songs being about you&lt;br /&gt;well at least i hope you're happy,but i'm sick of these cliches&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sick of all my songs being about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i just break this wall down? can i just break the ice?&lt;br /&gt;there's a million things i'd lask to ask you tonight&lt;br /&gt;"how does it feel to be so high your feet can't reach the ground?&lt;br /&gt;how does it feel to be so low your ears can't feel the sound?&lt;br /&gt;to be so cliche your thoughts just spin around?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least i hope you're happy, and every other cliche&lt;br /&gt;because i'm sick of all my songs being about you&lt;br /&gt;well at least i hope you're happy,but i'm sick of these cliches&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sick of all my songs being about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(spin) come tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;(spin) come crashing down&lt;br /&gt;(spin) come around&lt;br /&gt;(spin) the way i sound&lt;br /&gt;(spin) i'm coming down&lt;br /&gt;(spin) i'm calming down&lt;br /&gt;(spin) i'm sinking now&lt;br /&gt;(spin) til i hit the&lt;br /&gt;(spin) i'm sinking now&lt;br /&gt;(spin) til i hit the&lt;br /&gt;(spin)(spin)(spin)(spin)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-383141225882180331?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/383141225882180331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=383141225882180331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>well hey there platinum bombshell&lt;br /&gt;come teach me what your war is all about&lt;br /&gt;love, oh, and passion, oh&lt;br /&gt;and all the things the mindless masses tout&lt;br /&gt;well do you believe in fate?&lt;br /&gt;i say we rewrite the pages&lt;br /&gt;and do you believe in fate?&lt;br /&gt;i say we rewrite the pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you said you're a hard pill to swallow, i said&lt;br /&gt;you just weren't given the right person and&lt;br /&gt;the only way i'll take you is on the rocks&lt;br /&gt;the only way i'll take you is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey there bright eyed lightning bolt,&lt;br /&gt;come teach me bout that spark in your eye&lt;br /&gt;when i strum these chords and play you these lullabies&lt;br /&gt;well do you believe in fate?&lt;br /&gt;i say we rewrite the pages&lt;br /&gt;and do you believe in fate?&lt;br /&gt;i say we write our own pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you said you're a hard pill to swallow, i said&lt;br /&gt;you just weren't given the right person and&lt;br /&gt;the only way i'll take you is on the rocks&lt;br /&gt;the only way i'll take you is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't dilute the passion, or the poison&lt;br /&gt;don't dilute your poison, don't lose your passion&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what you said, but you get the best&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know what you said, but you always get the best of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're like this drug i just can't get enough of&lt;br /&gt;so roll me into your cigarette&lt;br /&gt;smoke me care and don't let me get, oh, get, get ready and&lt;br /&gt;on your mark, get ready, set go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely maybe, maybe maybe&lt;br /&gt;we'll live in your bed, your town your city&lt;br /&gt;definitely maybe maybe maybe you'll fall in love&lt;br /&gt;and i learned all about broken hearts before, love&lt;br /&gt;just to break me, break me, break me&lt;br /&gt;you'd have to build me, build me back up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you said you're a hard pill to swallow, i said&lt;br /&gt;you just weren't given the right person and&lt;br /&gt;the only way i'll take you is on the rocks&lt;br /&gt;theonly way i'll take you is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-6248620109455124693?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/6248620109455124693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=6248620109455124693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/6248620109455124693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/6248620109455124693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-trip-potato-chip.html' title='don&apos;t trip potato chip'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-4479827745300274727</id><published>2009-04-14T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T03:17:37.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why me?</title><content type='html'>if i drove my car through a brick wall&lt;br /&gt;that might teach you what it's like to fall&lt;br /&gt;if i sliced myself open so could see my heart&lt;br /&gt;that would teach you what it's like to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my fist against the whiskey&lt;br /&gt;and that should teach you to keep it&lt;br /&gt;it's my will and fucking sleepers&lt;br /&gt;and that will teach you to keep this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I broke my fingers on this guitar&lt;br /&gt;that would teach you to wish on all your God damned stars&lt;br /&gt;and if I broke my bones against the bar&lt;br /&gt;that would teach you to leave me with your mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my fist against the whiskey&lt;br /&gt;and that should teach you to keep it&lt;br /&gt;it's my will and fucking sleepers&lt;br /&gt;and that will teach you to keep this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can lay on your back&lt;br /&gt;let the mattress break your fall&lt;br /&gt;and i'll just have a little heart attack&lt;br /&gt;it's nothing much at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I knew you wouldn't shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;i'd do this all tonight&lt;br /&gt;but even though you stoke my fear&lt;br /&gt;i'll still think of you tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-4479827745300274727?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/4479827745300274727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=4479827745300274727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/4479827745300274727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/4479827745300274727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-me.html' title='why me?'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-1720204777722211318</id><published>2009-04-13T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:41:37.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>would you be embarrassed if I (blanked) you?</title><content type='html'>wear that smile on your face like you're an angel&lt;br /&gt;in disguise and out of mind, oh you're no angel&lt;br /&gt;mail me pictures of how happy we could be,&lt;br /&gt;i'll tear them apart and mail them back&lt;br /&gt;and show you just how heartless i can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's cute how you're so fake&lt;br /&gt;and it's cute how you're oh so tasteless&lt;br /&gt;well we won't get anywhere&lt;br /&gt;with these stories that you make&lt;br /&gt;to take me home, take me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wear that frown on your face like you're so sad&lt;br /&gt;useless and out of sight and you're so bad&lt;br /&gt;write me stories of how happy we could be&lt;br /&gt;i'll correct the grammer and show you just how clever i can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's cute how you're so fake&lt;br /&gt;and it's cute how you're oh so tasteless&lt;br /&gt;well we won't get anywhere&lt;br /&gt;with these stories that you make&lt;br /&gt;to take me home, take me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll rip you apart at the seams and shower you in everyone else's dreams&lt;br /&gt;tack your sins up on the wall and watch you fall, oh, fall&lt;br /&gt;was he that bad? did you wonder where i was?&lt;br /&gt;did you make him so glad? when you wondered how i was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you're so delicate, i became a machine&lt;br /&gt;you're so full of it, i became a machine&lt;br /&gt;you're so powerless, i cbecame a machine&lt;br /&gt;you're so full of shit, i am, i am a machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's cute how you're so fake&lt;br /&gt;and it's cute how you're oh so tasteless&lt;br /&gt;well we won't get anywhere&lt;br /&gt;with these stories that you make&lt;br /&gt;to take me home, i can't stand to hear you anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-1720204777722211318?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/1720204777722211318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=1720204777722211318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/1720204777722211318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/1720204777722211318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-could-rebuild-me.html' title='would you be embarrassed if I (blanked) you?'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-5776671726490270744</id><published>2009-04-08T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:54:25.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghosts</title><content type='html'>these songs are just shells of what they used to be&lt;br /&gt;written with heart and played until they fall apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these songs are just shells of what they used to be&lt;br /&gt;written with heart and played until they fall apart&lt;br /&gt;I've lost every bolt that ever held you to me&lt;br /&gt;and every srew that meant something to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm falling apart with all the best intentions&lt;br /&gt;all my words are disentigrating&lt;br /&gt;cut to the bone with all your grave decisions&lt;br /&gt;and the way your hips keep swinging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well every word I ever wrote down&lt;br /&gt;is running off with all your tear drops and your loss of life&lt;br /&gt;no I never wrote you a song&lt;br /&gt;without your fall planned out ahead of time&lt;br /&gt;so take this ink with you&lt;br /&gt;put it in your skin and in your hair&lt;br /&gt;and take this kink with you&lt;br /&gt;out of the small of my back and all my cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm falling apart with all the best intentions&lt;br /&gt;all my words are disentigrating&lt;br /&gt;cut to the bone with all your grave decisions&lt;br /&gt;and the way your hips keep swinging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you ever know i wrote all these letters for you?&lt;br /&gt;under this starlight and the city streets?&lt;br /&gt;i wrote all these letters for you&lt;br /&gt;gave up sleepless nights and city streets&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing all these letters for you&lt;br /&gt;for the ghost of this machine&lt;br /&gt;we built when you stayed up late with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these songs are just shells of what they used to be&lt;br /&gt;written for the ghosts, the ghosts of you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-5776671726490270744?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-3079238026594443017</id><published>2009-04-07T11:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:59:40.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not the lipstick that's poison, this time</title><content type='html'>how does everyone keep breathing when true love ends?&lt;br /&gt;because it does, and it always does and it does&lt;br /&gt;keep going through the motions, holding on to the crutches&lt;br /&gt;someone's bound to come along and change all that, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll just stumble through life and take shallow breaths&lt;br /&gt;eyes glazed over from the cold and alone of your bed&lt;br /&gt;drink to take care of all those emotions that try to hold steady&lt;br /&gt;stay empty inside, the way she left you so broken you wept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said I don't care that I don't care anymore,&lt;br /&gt;it's just something we do to pass the time away&lt;br /&gt;instead of thinking of all the things she used to say&lt;br /&gt;and I don't care that I don't care anymore,&lt;br /&gt;she never meant a thing to me anyway&lt;br /&gt;alright, she did, but she threw that all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bones are aching as I'm thinking of you some more&lt;br /&gt;so go ahead, pour me some more&lt;br /&gt;because this poison will kill you faster than me&lt;br /&gt;my head is pounding as I'm thinking of you some more&lt;br /&gt;so go ahead, pour me another,&lt;br /&gt;because this poison will kill you faster than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll just stumble through life and take shallow breaths&lt;br /&gt;eyes glazed over from the cold and alone of your bed&lt;br /&gt;drink to take care of all those emotions that try to hold steady&lt;br /&gt;stay empty inside, the way she left you so broken you wept&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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time'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-4435722316246339336</id><published>2009-04-06T15:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:54:32.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wrapped up in you</title><content type='html'>you look like a lush, you talk like a tease&lt;br /&gt;you have me wrapped around your fingers&lt;br /&gt;talk with a hush, i'm looking to please.&lt;br /&gt;you got me wrapped around your fingers&lt;br /&gt;the only place i want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you everything, all my deepest and darkest&lt;br /&gt;and every single street&lt;br /&gt;how you're my queen, how you're my everything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i miss the way we collide&lt;br /&gt;the way we hit, and your hair wrapped around my finger tips&lt;br /&gt;and the way the planets explode every time we kiss&lt;br /&gt;and i love the way the stars glow every time we embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stay awake, dreams only last one night,&lt;br /&gt;and what we have should last a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;stay awake, dreams only last one night&lt;br /&gt;and what we have should last a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i miss the way we would fight&lt;br /&gt;the way we hit, and your hair wrapped around my finger tips&lt;br /&gt;and the way the planets explode every time we kiss&lt;br /&gt;and the way the stars glow every time we embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you look like a lush, you talk like a tease&lt;br /&gt;you have me wrapped around your fingers&lt;br /&gt;talk with a hush, i'm looking to please.&lt;br /&gt;you got me wrapped around your fingers&lt;br /&gt;the only place i want to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-4435722316246339336?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/4435722316246339336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=4435722316246339336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/4435722316246339336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/4435722316246339336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/04/wrapped-up-in-you.html' title='wrapped up in you'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-8938708793362956890</id><published>2009-04-06T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:27:20.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We lived inside eachother</title><content type='html'>it's in the quiet when I realize it,&lt;br /&gt;all my thoughts creep back to you&lt;br /&gt;it's in the quiet when I realize it,&lt;br /&gt;everything creeps back to you&lt;br /&gt;your name, oh, your picture in my mind&lt;br /&gt;they used to force a smile on my lips&lt;br /&gt;now it only makes me think of things I miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you now? Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm done waiting by the phone&lt;br /&gt;I'm doen with things we used to know&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now? Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;don't pick up the phone, it's full of things we used to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a long drive home&lt;br /&gt;and we all have a place to call our own&lt;br /&gt;it's a long drive, oh, a long drive home&lt;br /&gt;remember when we used to call eachother our home?&lt;br /&gt;and it's a long drive home&lt;br /&gt;and you're cute when you fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;and the way you you're sinking like a stone&lt;br /&gt;the way you dream of things we used to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's in the quiet when i realize it,&lt;br /&gt;we used to call eachother home&lt;br /&gt;you never used to care about it&lt;br /&gt;done with what we used to know&lt;br /&gt;you're a mastermind with plans for this&lt;br /&gt;we used to call eachother home&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrible company when i think of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you now? Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm done waiting by the phone&lt;br /&gt;I'm doen with things we used to know&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now? Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;don't pick up the phone, I won't answer it anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-8938708793362956890?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/8938708793362956890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=8938708793362956890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/8938708793362956890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/8938708793362956890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-lived-inside-eachother.html' title='We lived inside eachother'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-6141669103160754068</id><published>2009-03-27T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:27:13.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweets for the sweet, i think that's what i said</title><content type='html'>I love the way you smile when your'e with me,&lt;br /&gt;like the brightest ray of sun on the gloomiest day&lt;br /&gt;and i love the way your seem to see everything&lt;br /&gt;but somehow manage to stay focused on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like everything i ever wished for came bundled up in you&lt;br /&gt;and i just can't keep my eyes away from you&lt;br /&gt;and I love the way you float across the room&lt;br /&gt;hiding your wings, but i can seem them in the gloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i looked up in the sky, and saw the sunlight shingin bright&lt;br /&gt;but I love the way you put it's rays to shame&lt;br /&gt;every time i catch a glimpse of your perfect frame&lt;br /&gt;and I looked up in the sky of this lonely desert town&lt;br /&gt;saw the stars all trying just to keep your glowing down&lt;br /&gt;but i love the way their efforts never seem make you frown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love the way the friction between us&lt;br /&gt;is throwing sparks on everything around us&lt;br /&gt;and if we're not careful we'll burn this building down,&lt;br /&gt;we'll burn this building down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh i love the way the tension between us&lt;br /&gt;is making sparks hit everything around us&lt;br /&gt;and i love the way we bring these buildings down&lt;br /&gt;we bring these buildings down all around us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love the way the terror between us&lt;br /&gt;is something we've never even felt&lt;br /&gt;but it'll bring this city down like nothing else&lt;br /&gt;(all around us)&lt;br /&gt;and i love the way we bring this city down&lt;br /&gt;(all around us)&lt;br /&gt;and i love the way i'm wrapped around your finger&lt;br /&gt;anything for you sweetheart, I'm willing and eager&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-6141669103160754068?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/6141669103160754068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=6141669103160754068' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/6141669103160754068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/6141669103160754068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweets-for-sweet-i-think-thats-what-i.html' title='Sweets for the sweet, i think that&apos;s what i said'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-3901914542087168355</id><published>2009-03-27T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:14:21.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardiomyopathy</title><content type='html'>it's so simple I thought, but you complicate everything,&lt;br /&gt;and one more glimpse of being sought, but you complicate everything&lt;br /&gt;so paint your face up something nice, like a work of art&lt;br /&gt;and it was just like a movie's porn, you're a terrible actress&lt;br /&gt;bad costumes to match this, hope you give up soon cause i can't take much more of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i tried to fight this infection, i really did, i really did,&lt;br /&gt;took all the right pills and all those injections, i really did, i really did&lt;br /&gt;but you complicated everything, you really did, you really did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lying on a gurney, and lying to the surgeon&lt;br /&gt;"oh, no I don't smoke, oh, no I don't drink.&lt;br /&gt;oh, no I won't ever think of her again."&lt;br /&gt;but she's watching through the glass,&lt;br /&gt;watching heartbeats pass through monitors and vials filled with the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i tried to fight this infection, i really did, i really did,&lt;br /&gt;took all the right pills and all those injections, i really did, i really did&lt;br /&gt;but you complicated everything, you really did, you really did&lt;br /&gt;and these pills aren't working like they said did, like they said they did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so paint your face up something nice, like a work of art&lt;br /&gt;pretend you used something other than lies, just this once&lt;br /&gt;and just for tonight I'll cover up this broken heart&lt;br /&gt;and find someone better than (you)&lt;br /&gt;someone more deserving than (you)&lt;br /&gt;find someone who just isn't you, just isn't you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-3901914542087168355?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/3901914542087168355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=3901914542087168355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/3901914542087168355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/3901914542087168355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/03/cardiomyopathy.html' title='Cardiomyopathy'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-1750997338566345626</id><published>2009-03-27T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:53:16.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accidental Koalas</title><content type='html'>so now I sit here with this pen&lt;br /&gt;surrounded by friends and all alone again,&lt;br /&gt;and all i can think to write is your name over and over again,&lt;br /&gt;over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to say anything,&lt;br /&gt;and the only song that ever plays is girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;but i said i'm not getting my hopes up this time&lt;br /&gt;even though you're more stunning with every line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i sit with this guitar,&lt;br /&gt;surrounded by friends and all our cars&lt;br /&gt;and all i can think to play are these melodies i wrote with you in mind&lt;br /&gt;these melodies i wrote with you in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to the spill canvas&lt;br /&gt;and all i can say is the chemistry&lt;br /&gt;between us will destroy this place&lt;br /&gt;but your more stunning with every line i lace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you're more beautiful with every line&lt;br /&gt;and every single song&lt;br /&gt;but all my favorite singers have stolen all of my best lines&lt;br /&gt;and all of my best songs&lt;br /&gt;so i've got nothing else to do than sing them to you one at a time&lt;br /&gt;and your'e more beautiful with every line&lt;br /&gt;and every melody i wrote with you in mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Koalas'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-421514877557406403</id><published>2009-03-06T15:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:20:06.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>international dialing codes</title><content type='html'>Goddamn those american boys,&lt;br /&gt;they'll be the death of me just you wait and see,&lt;br /&gt;staying up til dawn just to say hello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we've got all these high tech toys&lt;br /&gt;and they don't work but that's just plain to see&lt;br /&gt;so we'll climb to mountaintops and say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well she said she had this american love,&lt;br /&gt;and somehow missed him though she never met him,&lt;br /&gt;it seems craz yso we'll just wait and see,&lt;br /&gt;she said she had this american love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well Goddamn those american men,&lt;br /&gt;they're the strangest kind of people you'd have met&lt;br /&gt;but they're just hopeless it would seem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've got a million miles,&lt;br /&gt;all the roads lead back to you&lt;br /&gt;cause they're just hopeless it would seem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well she said she had this american love,&lt;br /&gt;and somehow missed him though she never met him,&lt;br /&gt;it seems craz yso we'll just wait and see,&lt;br /&gt;she said she had this american love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well what happened to the times&lt;br /&gt;you could travel just by guessing the miles?&lt;br /&gt;and what happened to the times&lt;br /&gt;you could get there just by glancing through smiles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've got a million miles and half this world,&lt;br /&gt;but i swear i'll get there someday, girl,&lt;br /&gt;we've got a million miles and half this world,&lt;br /&gt;but i swear i'll get there someday, girl...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-421514877557406403?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/421514877557406403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=421514877557406403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/421514877557406403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/421514877557406403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/03/international-dialing-codes.html' title='international dialing codes'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-6679324628617910406</id><published>2009-03-04T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:57:34.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Self Confidence vs. Your New Reliance</title><content type='html'>well alright, that's it, I've finally had enough of this&lt;br /&gt;you games and all of your bullshit&lt;br /&gt;i refuse to play this with you anymore&lt;br /&gt;once a, well once a, well you're nothing more, said nothing more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'll place bets and watch you drop,&lt;br /&gt;we're all watching as you fall, got tickets to see who will win this all&lt;br /&gt;and if it's me, I'm betting on the drugs and alcohol,&lt;br /&gt;and if it's me, i'll be letting you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well your new opinion looks good on you,&lt;br /&gt;glad your new friends helped you pick your new look&lt;br /&gt;and there's enough here to go around&lt;br /&gt;to what comes around you, to what comes around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, let me tell you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm through with everything you thought you knew&lt;br /&gt;(and oh, let me tell you)&lt;br /&gt;so forget what you've heard because now I'm brand new...&lt;br /&gt;(and oh, let me tell you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'll place bets and watch you drop,&lt;br /&gt;we're all watching as you fall, got tickets to see who will win this all&lt;br /&gt;and if it's me, I'm betting on the drugs and alcohol,&lt;br /&gt;and if it's me, i'll be letting you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now there's colored flashing lights in your rearview&lt;br /&gt;(and oh, let me tell you)&lt;br /&gt;and all the people you thought were freinds will abandon you&lt;br /&gt;(and oh, let me tell you)&lt;br /&gt;and I hope you come crawling back to,&lt;br /&gt;(and oh, let me tell you)&lt;br /&gt;well i hope you go crawling back to...&lt;br /&gt;(and oh, let me tell you)&lt;br /&gt;(and oh, let me tell you)&lt;br /&gt;(and oh, let me tell you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I'll let you know I bet just right all because I know you&lt;br /&gt;and i know who you are and how you're nothing more,&lt;br /&gt;nothing more, nothing more than a...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-6679324628617910406?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-7666712764450786183</id><published>2009-02-26T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:00:20.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accidents and Gravity</title><content type='html'>there was a crash,&lt;br /&gt;violent white splintered through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and there was the glass,&lt;br /&gt;violent red splinters from the sky&lt;br /&gt;well what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;what, oh, what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch the incident in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;watch the metal burn and break,&lt;br /&gt;everything just happened for a reason&lt;br /&gt;we'll never know, we'll watch it fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was a crash&lt;br /&gt;i hit the sandbar but I'm still sinking&lt;br /&gt;waves rolled in,&lt;br /&gt;swept the tide and white away from here&lt;br /&gt;swept the sand and blood against my screaming ears,&lt;br /&gt;what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;what oh, what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch the incident in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;watch the wood burn and break,&lt;br /&gt;everything just happened for a reason&lt;br /&gt;we'll never know, we'll watch it fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me all your secrets and i'll keep them&lt;br /&gt;tell me all yoru lies and i'll believe them&lt;br /&gt;but I've gotta keep moving,&lt;br /&gt;i've gotta keep moving if i want to keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;tell me all the ways you hurt&lt;br /&gt;your broken bones and shattered heart&lt;br /&gt;in the back of the ambulance,&lt;br /&gt;they said "you've gotta keep moving if you want to keep breathing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch the incident in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;(in the back of the ambulance)&lt;br /&gt;watch the metal burn and break,&lt;br /&gt;(you'ev gotta keep moving)&lt;br /&gt;everything just happened for a reason&lt;br /&gt;(in the back of the ambulance)&lt;br /&gt;we'll never know, we'll watch it fade&lt;br /&gt;(if you, if you want to keep breathing)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-7666712764450786183?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/7666712764450786183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=7666712764450786183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/7666712764450786183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/7666712764450786183'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day after is just the same,&lt;br /&gt;every rose still has it's name&lt;br /&gt;it's just the same as any other day&lt;br /&gt;and it's just the same to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for a walk to clear my head&lt;br /&gt;got halfway through and said "I think I understand,"&lt;br /&gt;watched the sun come up for another day&lt;br /&gt;stood on the balcony and watched some dogs play&lt;br /&gt;looked at the clouds, overcast and gray&lt;br /&gt;thought to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day after is just the same,&lt;br /&gt;every rose still has it's name&lt;br /&gt;it's just the same as any other day&lt;br /&gt;and it's just the same to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well we haven't had a rain like this in months&lt;br /&gt;wash away the deeds and mistrust&lt;br /&gt;stood out in it and watched it pour&lt;br /&gt;looked around said "boy i hope we're in for more,"&lt;br /&gt;checked into my mental state&lt;br /&gt;they told me eevrything had changed&lt;br /&gt;asked the doctor what had been the cure&lt;br /&gt;he looked at me "son just pray we're in for more."&lt;br /&gt;we're in for more, we're in for more, we're in for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day after is just the same,&lt;br /&gt;every rose still has it's name&lt;br /&gt;it's just the same as any other day&lt;br /&gt;and it's just the same to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sky breathed in gave it one last try,&lt;br /&gt;enough to make sure that nothing's dry&lt;br /&gt;said I'll do what I can, boy, I'll do what I can,&lt;br /&gt;but I had to make sure things stayed the same&lt;br /&gt;for valentine's day, for valentine's day&lt;br /&gt;went for a walk to clear my head,&lt;br /&gt;got halfway through and said "i think i understand"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-4434262974711461392?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-1743054234637992253</id><published>2009-02-12T16:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:41:45.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crunch time, punch time</title><content type='html'>well you're the only thing that I see,&lt;br /&gt;and it's complicated, it's complicated,&lt;br /&gt;but I can't feel this from anyone&lt;br /&gt;no one else but you, see,&lt;br /&gt;but it's complicated, see, complicated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i said i doubt you know what you've been missing&lt;br /&gt;shameless degrees of separation&lt;br /&gt;counting your distance from me&lt;br /&gt;every second getting further away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these days, these trials and misdeeds,&lt;br /&gt;come on you used to give it away&lt;br /&gt;you used to give it away&lt;br /&gt;all those times i fought the pain,&lt;br /&gt;when it was blue pills or red pills&lt;br /&gt;but you're the drug i need&lt;br /&gt;come on you used to give it away&lt;br /&gt;you used to give this away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i said i doubt you know what you've been missing&lt;br /&gt;shameless degrees of separation&lt;br /&gt;counting your distance from me&lt;br /&gt;every second getting further away,&lt;br /&gt;you used to give this away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffee's only there to pretend to keep you up&lt;br /&gt;when you sleep all day to avoid the pain, reality,&lt;br /&gt;coffee's only there to pretend to keep you up&lt;br /&gt;but i don't give a fuck, said I don't give a fuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i said i doubt you know what you've been missing&lt;br /&gt;shameless degrees of separation&lt;br /&gt;counting your distance from me&lt;br /&gt;every second getting further away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-1743054234637992253?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/1743054234637992253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=1743054234637992253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/1743054234637992253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/1743054234637992253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/02/crunch-time-punch-time.html' title='crunch time, punch time'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-4453578390547908026</id><published>2009-02-09T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T02:39:47.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I still fucking love her, bro."</title><content type='html'>as soon as I'm ready to give up&lt;br /&gt;you pull me back in like a hurricane&lt;br /&gt;a weather pattern, compliment my fucked up stature&lt;br /&gt;and i said i'll walk home it was more like a stagger&lt;br /&gt;because i'm ready to give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i said I'm not the strong one here&lt;br /&gt;let me show you all the scars i laid there&lt;br /&gt;but i just want to see you smile&lt;br /&gt;and if i'll i've gotta do is swallow these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said it was more like a stagger, drunken charm&lt;br /&gt;swagger and pass her and i'll just sit right here&lt;br /&gt;if i was doing something right someone would have told me tonight&lt;br /&gt;if i was doing this right you'd be holding my hand tonight&lt;br /&gt;it was more like a stagger, drunken charm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i said I'm not the strong one here&lt;br /&gt;let me show you all the blues i used to spill there&lt;br /&gt;but if all i've gotta do to see you smile&lt;br /&gt;is lay down here and die for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it takes two to believe&lt;br /&gt;and fewer will leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;nothing says i love you like no one saying i love you&lt;br /&gt;and it takes two to believe but you seemed to lose your faith&lt;br /&gt;it takes two to believe, and it takes two to believe&lt;br /&gt;and you seemed to lose your faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i said i'm not the strong one here&lt;br /&gt;let me show you all the reds i used to spill here&lt;br /&gt;and all i wanna do is make you smile&lt;br /&gt;so i'll lay down here and die for a while&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-4453578390547908026?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/4453578390547908026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=4453578390547908026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/4453578390547908026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/4453578390547908026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-still-fucking-love-her-bro.html' title='&quot;I still fucking love her, bro.&quot;'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-4774855539755867473</id><published>2009-02-09T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T02:31:49.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's more like a gateway drug</title><content type='html'>for the longest you were my cocaine,&lt;br /&gt;expensive and addicting&lt;br /&gt;and I'm relapsing again&lt;br /&gt;Said I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;but we both know that's the other way around&lt;br /&gt;said i could forget you&lt;br /&gt;but we both know that's the other way around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot me up, breathe me in,&lt;br /&gt;do whatever you have to to feel alive again&lt;br /&gt;shoot me up, breathe me in,&lt;br /&gt;do whatever you have to to feel alive again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these cigarettes don't taste the same&lt;br /&gt;without you around&lt;br /&gt;and talking bout a war&lt;br /&gt;I'll waste the time while you're in town&lt;br /&gt;and until you are, it's whiskey shots in the cheapest bars&lt;br /&gt;i said it's whiskey shots, in the cheapest bars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot me up, breathe me in,&lt;br /&gt;do whatever you have to to feel alive again&lt;br /&gt;shoot me up, oh baby breathe me in,&lt;br /&gt;do whatever you have to to feel alive again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you can fall and fade&lt;br /&gt;there's plenty other stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;and baby you were the best one they made&lt;br /&gt;just do another line and call it a night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because for the longest you were my cocaine&lt;br /&gt;expensive and addicting&lt;br /&gt;and i'm gonna relapse again&lt;br /&gt;and again and again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot me up, breathe me in,&lt;br /&gt;do whatever you have to to feel alive again&lt;br /&gt;shoot me up, breathe me in,&lt;br /&gt;do whatever you have to to feel alive again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-4774855539755867473?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/4774855539755867473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=4774855539755867473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/4774855539755867473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/4774855539755867473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/02/shes-more-like-gateway-drug.html' title='She&apos;s more like a gateway drug'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-8232150696705028503</id><published>2009-02-05T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:22:38.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>but you already do that anyway, don't you.</title><content type='html'>Something made my heart break&lt;div&gt;and someone made my lungs ache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and maybe when i'm done serenading all your pain away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and maybe when i'm done singing all my smiles away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well I've been staring at mirrors and breaking glares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all i wanna do is get you lonely, lonely, lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;breaking down and crying from all these scares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all i wanna do is get you lonely, lonely, lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;up from the dirt and lacking any worth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've got a pocket full of broken glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to pick all the blood from my shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;falling away from anything you used to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've got a spot where my heart used to pass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for something that used to convey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i've been staring at mirrors and breaking glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i wanna do is get you lonely, lonely, lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;break you down and  bottle up the cries over past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all i wanna do is get you lonely, lonely, lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drive, drive, drive, babe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and get alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drive, drive, drive, babe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sink like a stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drive, drive, drive, babe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and get alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drive, drive, drive, babe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;help me break something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other than bones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because something made my heart break&lt;div&gt;and someone made my lungs ache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and something forced my hand's stake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and something made my heart break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well I've been staring at mirrors and breaking glares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all i wanna do is get you lonely, lonely, lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;breaking down and crying from all these scares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i've been staring at mirrors and breaking glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i wanna do is get you lonely, lonely, lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;break you down and  bottle up the cries over past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-8232150696705028503?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/8232150696705028503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=8232150696705028503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/8232150696705028503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/8232150696705028503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/02/but-you-already-do-that-anyway-dont-you.html' title='but you already do that anyway, don&apos;t you.'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-3083360078164308795</id><published>2009-02-03T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:14:14.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ascetic In a World of Extravagance</title><content type='html'>if you're the fire in my heart&lt;br /&gt;then I'm just the smoke in your lungs&lt;br /&gt;breathe me in and watch me fade away singing...&lt;br /&gt;but a better anology would have to be&lt;br /&gt;you're all the smoke in my lungs&lt;br /&gt;always there, keeping me aware, aware, aware...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well she said what she said&lt;br /&gt;and it's not the words i care about&lt;br /&gt;too fucked up to remember the eact quote anyhow&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember, can't remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you're the music in my bones&lt;br /&gt;just keep playing so i can keep strumming&lt;br /&gt;if you're the fractures, crumpled stature&lt;br /&gt;then let me sit up straight for just this once&lt;br /&gt;just this once, oh, just this once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well she said what she said&lt;br /&gt;and it's not the words i care about&lt;br /&gt;too fucked up to remember the eact quote anyhow&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember, can't remember, can't remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't remember the words&lt;br /&gt;but I've got you in my lungs&lt;br /&gt;breathing in your air like all the words i wish i'd sung&lt;br /&gt;and i want this to be clever&lt;br /&gt;something at least you'll remember&lt;br /&gt;but all i've got is all the words i wish i'd sung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if my body's just here to be a safehouse&lt;br /&gt;for you to lie and run your mouth&lt;br /&gt;then you're in my lungs, in my bones,&lt;br /&gt;all the fractures and cancers&lt;br /&gt;now i'm sinking like a stone, a stone, a stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well she said what she said&lt;br /&gt;and it's not the words i care about&lt;br /&gt;too fucked up to remember the eact quote anyhow&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember, can't remember....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-3083360078164308795?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/3083360078164308795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=3083360078164308795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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time"</title><content type='html'>I'll keep the beat on this balcony &lt;div&gt;and we've got family singing into the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's a downhill from here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so just sit tight, and I'm just buzzed enough to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;play you a lullaby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm sure there's a key I could sing in just to win your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I'll try them all out on you, just play your part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smile real big and you've already won my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look me in the eyes again, here's where the fun starts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's two down, how many to go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well I hope you decide to stick around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the end of the show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I'm playing al my songs for you girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and trying not to shake so hard my heart explodes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm sure there's a key I could sing in just to win your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I'll play all your favorites, just play your part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smile like you do you've already won my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look me in the eyes again, here's where the fun starts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then the music all fades out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's just you and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it may be the jack talking but all i see is you and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll play something pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hope you see only me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'll sing anything you want me to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you'll just smile the way you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm sure there's a key I could sing in just to win your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I'll play all your favorites, just play your part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smile like you do you've already won my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look me in the eyes again, here's where the fun starts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-5952927561511445810?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/5952927561511445810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=5952927561511445810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/5952927561511445810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/5952927561511445810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-sounds-to-me-like-she-just-needs.html' title='&quot;it sounds to me like she just needs time&quot;'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-3362792404307915698</id><published>2009-01-31T15:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:30:09.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Someone has a potty mouth</title><content type='html'>I watch you smoke those cigarettes&lt;div&gt;and drink down your pink drinks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the way your lips move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just makes the heartache sink away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well I'll m, m, meet you in the bedroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sh, shake through the taste of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well I'll meet you in the bedroom...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well I saw those pink drinks get the best of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mixed drinks made by the best around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's almost like watching an angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i can't wait for when you fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;becausewell I'll m, m, meet you in the bedroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a whole night just to taste of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well I'll meet you in the bedroom &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for a whole night of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so turn around again, I've got this, I've got you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spin around again, in my hands and mind it's all you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flip your hair again, because all i want is you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we're all lying just to be the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we're trying not to look like we're the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we've got hearts on our sleeves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;broken, tattered like the bedsheets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we're staring down, staring down, staring down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because if home is where the heart is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then I want mine back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if home is where the heart is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please pick up the slack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because we're all lying just to be the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and trying just to pass this test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if i do I'll meet you in the bedroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;breathe in the sweet taste of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'll meet you in the bedroom in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-3362792404307915698?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/3362792404307915698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=3362792404307915698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/3362792404307915698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/3362792404307915698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-someone-has-potty-mouth.html' title='Well Someone has a potty mouth'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-8477389347373296038</id><published>2009-01-28T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:47:35.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>too infinity</title><content type='html'>I've got all this ringing in my ears&lt;div&gt;and it's all I'll ever hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not even sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what my voice sounds like anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now recordings of me are singing you to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now lay close to blankets and sheets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dream of gentle things, I hope you dream of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got self esteem to match your low cut jeans,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and memories that seem to sting with words I'd hoped you'd say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in your eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got lullabies for days, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;al the things that I'll never say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and scarred hands that only make chords and notes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I can't hold you close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so dream of gentle things, I hope you dream of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got self esteem to match your low cut jeans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and memories that seem to sting with words I'd hoped you'd say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in your eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I told you most but kept the rest inside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in your eyes all i see is summertime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the things that I won't ever say seem to melt away in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I've got self esteem to match your low cut jeans,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and rhythms to match your idioms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a guitar to sing you to sleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wherever you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So dream of gentle things, I hope you dream of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lay in blankets and sheets, I hope you pretend they're me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recordings of me are singing you to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so dream of gentle things, well I hope you dream of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-8477389347373296038?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-4673924825628881310</id><published>2009-01-28T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:41:12.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's another letter with your name on it</title><content type='html'>All these words don't mean anything, &lt;div&gt;and all the phrases I've nurtured amount to nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just some wasted time, wasted space,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wasted strings and calluses until I see your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said I was lying when I called you my cure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well if you want to know the truth I was lying there, for sure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm lying on the couch and you're lying too, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how much more of this can we take?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just a test to see what's inside me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until I can see inside you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I sure wasn't lying when I called you my cure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if you want to know the truth I'm lying on the floor to hear from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just take me out, take me anywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;away from here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knock me out, quick one two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from no one else but you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why is it that all my words come back to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the sad words don't mean anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all the sad phrases I've nurtured amount to nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just amazing times, valued space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll break all the strings and calluses to see your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because all the happy things come back to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-4673924825628881310?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/4673924825628881310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=4673924825628881310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/4673924825628881310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/4673924825628881310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/01/heres-another-letter-with-your-name-on.html' title='Here&apos;s another letter with your name on it'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-4805771637532729986</id><published>2009-01-24T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:41:53.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wearing my heart on my record sleeve</title><content type='html'>well this hangover is just about as bad as it gets&lt;div&gt;and from where i'm sitting i got nothing that fits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'd like to throw on these old shoes, walk around the block&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;converse with my converse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have a 27 and watch the sidewalk chalk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i wanted was to see you smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i saw through your teeth, like a child,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"that's sweet but," just stop there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything you want to say will just cloud the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well this hangover stings worse than you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too bad its' temporary because i'll just go back to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back to all the things that i wish you would say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the things i'll never ever hear your voice say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess  that's ok, I'll have to understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I just don't get to hold your hand, talk about life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell you how i feel and give in to all the strife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i wanted was to see you smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i saw through your teeth, like a child,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"that's sweet but," just stop there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything you want to say will just cloud the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i know i have my problems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't sleep, wear my heart on my (record) sleeve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything i told you was true but not the half of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wrote you a song once before, you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talking about how you were my only cure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess that makes me a liar, too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i wanted was to see you smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i saw through your teeth, like a child,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"that's sweet but," just stop there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything you want to say will just cloud the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-4805771637532729986?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/4805771637532729986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=4805771637532729986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/4805771637532729986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/4805771637532729986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/01/wearing-my-heart-on-my-record-sleeve.html' title='Wearing my heart on my record sleeve'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-7542836706334724002</id><published>2009-01-22T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:09:59.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you go out with me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alright, I'll admit. this song is just dripping with... cheesy, hopeless romanticism. But you know what, it's a good change to the violent depressing stuff. So, there ya go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alright, here's the plan&lt;div&gt;it involves me, you, and a coffee stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll meet you after work &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with your favorite drink in hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'll sing you a cheesy song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you'll close your eyes, rest your head, lend me your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know you never knew what my plan is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and even if you did you still put up with my shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, I have something I'd like to ask you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright, here's the deal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need you near me to make me feel real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ever since Dinapoli's all you've done is steal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;steal my mind, my heart and feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and trust me, this only gets cheesier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you never knew what my plan was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but even if you did you still put up with all my suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, I have something I'd like to ask you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just look at your coffee cup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-7542836706334724002?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/7542836706334724002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=7542836706334724002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/7542836706334724002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/7542836706334724002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/01/will-you-go-out-with-me.html' title='Will you go out with me?'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-901685300077307183</id><published>2009-01-18T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:52:20.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't move, blush, make a smile</title><content type='html'>Don't you wish you could be the rain?&lt;div&gt;Falling, how you feel, washing away your pain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did they ever tell you you were their rain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The on thing that could leave them of all their pain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let their fever break out in your head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let their glare break your exterior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let their words grab you against what you said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is he what you wanted?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing more than a whore dressed in boy's clothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well I see right through, right through him and you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he'll give you the world dipped in deceit and lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but if he's what you wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well I make this sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this sound of drowns and nouns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;twisting around my devotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;twisting around my feelings for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this isn't what I wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;faith misplaced is devotion ignored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drown and start to breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is he what you wanted?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing more than a whore dressed in boy's clothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well I see right through, right through him and you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he'll give you the world dipped in deceit and lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but if he's what you wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you feel that twisting, falling, tearing down?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you hear that screaming, moaning, drowning out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, if he's what you wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you feel that twisting, falling, tearing down?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you hear that screaming, moaning, drowning out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, if that's what you wanted then don't call me back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll hold you, hide you, protect your feathered down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're this sweetness in a world so bitter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're becoming bitter now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well if that's what you wanted then don't call me back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-901685300077307183?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/901685300077307183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=901685300077307183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/901685300077307183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/901685300077307183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-move-blush-make-smile.html' title='I can&apos;t move, blush, make a smile'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-8174112353759372613</id><published>2009-01-17T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:23:07.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>desperate disasters, casual pastors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;and she said, she had a good time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a great night, somehow this just felt right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said we should do it again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she said for sure, friend, for sure, for sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is this what i wanted all along?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;because they sit in my head and sing&lt;div&gt;and you're so tired of life, boy&lt;div&gt;time to look in the mirror &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't you dare play coy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this will make your head clearer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this has all gone wrong, I said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somewhere along the lines I missed what she meant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now I'm waiting by the phone like in every other song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what happened to the good moods and all the disappearing wrongs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is this what i wanted all along?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because they sit in my head and sing&lt;div&gt;and you're so tired of life, boy&lt;div&gt;time to look in the mirror &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't you dare play coy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this will make your head clearer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just give up again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's all you'll ever do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's all you, it's all you'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ever amount to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you're just some skin and bones, now walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you used to be alive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you were raised to be dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen this once before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really not so sure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I've seen this once before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen this once before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you're so tired of life, boy&lt;div&gt;time to look in the mirror &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't you dare play coy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this will make your head clearer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-8174112353759372613?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/8174112353759372613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=8174112353759372613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/8174112353759372613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/8174112353759372613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/01/desperate-disasters-casual-pastors.html' title='desperate disasters, casual pastors'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-3724982906651966484</id><published>2009-01-17T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:22:00.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I'm free tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>it's in the way you sway those hips,&lt;div&gt;it's in the way you move your lips,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's in the way your body sits,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these are the parts that tell me to persist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so say those words just one more time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"surre" with two r's let me know you're mine for tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;close your eyes, baby, you've got a surprise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take my hand, baby, trust me and I've got you tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's in the way you sway those hips,&lt;div&gt;it's in the way you move your lips,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's in the way your body sits,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these are the parts that tell me to persist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take me home with you, make me yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever you need for me to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just say the words and I'll be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;making sure what's yours stays yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's in the way you swing those hips,&lt;div&gt;it's in the breath i taste on your lips,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's in the way your body sits,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these are the parts that tell me why i exist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell me stories, tell me lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell me anything to make me feel alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell me tales, make me ties,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;give me anything to feel alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-3724982906651966484?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/3724982906651966484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=3724982906651966484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/3724982906651966484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/3724982906651966484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-im-free-tomorrow.html' title='Well, I&apos;m free tomorrow...'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-593061424417369354</id><published>2009-01-17T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:31:32.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Today</title><content type='html'>Keep your hands on the wheel,&lt;div&gt;shake off a little fear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything good today has come from you, dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't mind if you smoked, but you'll ask anyway, I mean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this whole week of fear and despair rises in breaths and leave in drags&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well we could stay in bed all day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you'd just stay with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll make sure you're safe and warm with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your arms wrapped around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may not be smooth but I think I'm good for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let go of the wheel, just this once,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;throw it in park and forget the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall with me into the stars,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into the nights, the clouds, the bars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just fall with me, stay with me tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because we could stay in bed all day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you'd just stay with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll make sure you're safe and warm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with your arms wrapped around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may not be smooth but I think I'm good for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well have I ever told you, all the things you do to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have I ever gave you, all the fear you place in me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and have i ever told you, all the things you do to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and have i ever gave you a heart to swear to me you'd keep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well have i ever told you? said have i ever told you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well have i ever told you? have i ever told you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fall with me into the stars &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(have i ever told you?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into the nights, the  clouds, the bars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(have i ever told you?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;throw it in park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(have i ever told you?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forget the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-593061424417369354?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/593061424417369354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=593061424417369354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/593061424417369354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/593061424417369354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/01/about-today_17.html' title='About Today'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-7619302781196304656</id><published>2009-01-13T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:11:23.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll start to worry when I'm dead</title><content type='html'>"come on out of your cave and into the city, i said, a come on, out of your cave, and oh, into the city..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe I could use &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;blog&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ger for actually posting blogs and not just lyrics/poems. eh, worth a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess trying new things can be fun. Sure, most people would be all "well duh dickass," but I used to be the kind of person who wouldn't try new things and just kinda stuck to my own thing. Last night alone I tried a bunch of new things and I'm so happy that I did. It was ana amazing night and there's nothing else to it. btw, calamari = pretty tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here's the point. if you read this, I'm counting it as a nonverbal contract, and by you reading the previous phrase "nonverbal contract" you're agreeing to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go out today and do something new. Something you've always wanted to do and just never did. I'm going to. I'm nervous as hell. And if you are, too, find someone special to do it with. This is also what I'm doing. I'm scared but excited for it too. But I know being with someone helps out. I mean, come on, I tried calamari and liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, this is a contract, you agreed, go do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-7619302781196304656?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/7619302781196304656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=7619302781196304656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/7619302781196304656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/7619302781196304656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/01/ill-start-to-worry-when-im-dead.html' title='I&apos;ll start to worry when I&apos;m dead'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-7152833244741510672</id><published>2009-01-12T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:38:39.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart tried to explode (in a good way)</title><content type='html'>you walked in the room&lt;br /&gt;i was still outside and my heart skipped out of tune&lt;br /&gt;you made your rounds, hugs to everyone&lt;br /&gt;ray of sunshine in this dark cold night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll admit, I almost dropped my cigarette&lt;br /&gt;well tonights no different than any other night,&lt;br /&gt;same good friends, same good time&lt;br /&gt;how do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the nicotine isn't helping my breathing&lt;br /&gt;but the real reason is you sitting here&lt;br /&gt;have i told you have pretty eyes? (no, that's dumb)&lt;br /&gt;did i mention i dig your styel? (no, that's dumb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll admit, i almost dropped my cigarette&lt;br /&gt;well tonight's no different than any other night&lt;br /&gt;same good friends, same good time&lt;br /&gt;how do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it so much to ask that you don't mess with my breathing?&lt;br /&gt;you already have my heart ready to explode&lt;br /&gt;although I think it's amazing that you're sitting right here&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll work up the nerve to talk&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll say something clever, sweep you off your feet?&lt;br /&gt;casanova's got nothing on me, i think,&lt;br /&gt;as i ask you to dinner instead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-7152833244741510672?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-6634987800578289264</id><published>2009-01-11T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:33:13.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blend No. 27</title><content type='html'>do you ever think of me?&lt;br /&gt;all this smoke, these cigarettes,&lt;br /&gt;do you even think of me?&lt;br /&gt;if not could you let me fade to obscurity?&lt;br /&gt;but if so could you just....please... tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smoke breaks in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;hospital rooftops talking about fights&lt;br /&gt;if i could watch the sunrise with you&lt;br /&gt;i'd just about die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well hey thanks for coming to my show&lt;br /&gt;did you know one of those songs i played for you?&lt;br /&gt;i'm cheesy but you, you're soft and only,&lt;br /&gt;and baby you, you're lost and loney,&lt;br /&gt;and only you, well you're just like heaven&lt;br /&gt;and it'll be worth going to prison&lt;br /&gt;if that got a smile out of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smoke breaks in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;hospital rooftops talking about fights&lt;br /&gt;if i could watch the sunrise with you&lt;br /&gt;i'd swear to be alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd swear i wasn't going anywhere&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not giving up on you&lt;br /&gt;so i'll pretend i'm winning you over&lt;br /&gt;if you won't give up either&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you ever think of me?&lt;br /&gt;all this smoke, these cigarettes?&lt;br /&gt;do you even think of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you ever think of me?&lt;br /&gt;have another 27, sweetie,&lt;br /&gt;do you even think of me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I brought you coffee at work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to say everything i never could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least you thought it was sweet, and I'm a dork,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I just knew what you'd say, you would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just can't stand to say goodbye, babe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and everything i'd ever say you already heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what else could i do to make you stay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;besides pretty songs and compliments?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smoke breaks in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;hospital rooftops talking about fights&lt;br /&gt;if i could watch the sunrise with you&lt;br /&gt;i'd swear to be alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have another 27, sweetie, do you ever think of me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-6634987800578289264?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-6429409248521568963</id><published>2009-01-11T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:44:48.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm fucked up in stereo"</title><content type='html'>what's the point in living when living's lost it's love?&lt;br /&gt;what's the point in loving when loving's lost it's life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all at once the music stopped,&lt;br /&gt;you stepped into the room.&lt;br /&gt;everybody saw and dropped&lt;br /&gt;you're a walking breathing time bomb&lt;br /&gt;just waiting to go off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i thought it would be so much harder than this&lt;br /&gt;just let it slip, what happens happens&lt;br /&gt;and it shouldn't be harder than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all at once the record skipped,&lt;br /&gt;you messed us up again (dammit girl)&lt;br /&gt;come on out of your cave and into the light&lt;br /&gt;and you fucked up the beat again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i thought it would be so much harder than this&lt;br /&gt;just let it slip, what happens happens&lt;br /&gt;and just let her slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i know&lt;br /&gt;i'm falling into the radio&lt;br /&gt;they always play a slow song&lt;br /&gt;and it's fucking me up in stereo&lt;br /&gt;so here's your life&lt;br /&gt;in black and white&lt;br /&gt;i wrote it out for you&lt;br /&gt;made sure details were covered&lt;br /&gt;only you could know&lt;br /&gt;so listen to the radio&lt;br /&gt;listen to my songs&lt;br /&gt;tell your friends they're about you&lt;br /&gt;before i sing all your wrongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i thought it would be so much harder than this&lt;br /&gt;just let it slip, what happens happens&lt;br /&gt;and it's all you know exists&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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stereo&quot;'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-8497857966347075768</id><published>2009-01-11T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:39:39.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretend this isn't about you.</title><content type='html'>well i hope you regret&lt;br /&gt;everything you said&lt;br /&gt;and if i'm lucky you'll live to see the day the day I wed&lt;br /&gt;cry yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;in your broken bed,&lt;br /&gt;let her wake you up, she'd rather see you instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done with being alone&lt;br /&gt;and I'm doin with you being gone&lt;br /&gt;it was sweet to be wrapped around your finger&lt;br /&gt;oh the things i've seen only make this sweeter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the skin i lost on you&lt;br /&gt;only grew back stronger&lt;br /&gt;strong enough to resist your touch&lt;br /&gt;and your lying laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you made the wrong decision,&lt;br /&gt;why don't you try and fix it?&lt;br /&gt;oh, that's right, i forgot, you're just scared to prove it&lt;br /&gt;but don't think i'll forget&lt;br /&gt;all the things you told me&lt;br /&gt;you always said you loved me so&lt;br /&gt;I'll believe it if i see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done with being alone&lt;br /&gt;and I'm doin with you being gone&lt;br /&gt;it was sweet to be wrapped around your finger&lt;br /&gt;oh the things i've seen only make this sweeter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-8497857966347075768?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-8720610759643101147</id><published>2009-01-06T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:37:29.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you must not &lt;3 me</title><content type='html'>she said she hurts the nice guys,&lt;br /&gt;and maybe she was right&lt;br /&gt;she she loved him more, and I think that's alright,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because as long as you're smiling, babe, I'm smiling too.&lt;br /&gt;as long as you're smiling babe, well I'm smiling too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll construct my songs&lt;br /&gt;so you can deconstruct my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;they're still yours the way there were when you taught me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that as long as I'm smiling, babe, you're smiling too.&lt;br /&gt;and as long as I'm smiling, dear well you're smiling too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me all the things you have,&lt;br /&gt;girl you know i'll listen&lt;br /&gt;and tell me all the things you keep,&lt;br /&gt;girl you know i'll keep them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said stay positive, and I think she was right&lt;br /&gt;she said it'll work out then and I think she was right,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because if you're smiling, babe, then I'm smiling too&lt;br /&gt;and I know if you're smiling, then I'm smiling too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in no time, there'll be one less boy&lt;br /&gt;singing sogns because he's lonely&lt;br /&gt;he knows she doesn't love him&lt;br /&gt;but she taught him more than any lover ever could&lt;br /&gt;and he knows that she loves him in a way&lt;br /&gt;that no other ever could&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-8720610759643101147?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-913066524329825206</id><published>2009-01-06T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:27:08.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This song is for a beautiful girl</title><content type='html'>i'd like to ask yuou a favor, dear,&lt;br /&gt;one I don't know if you can do&lt;br /&gt;you see you've got my breath trappd again&lt;br /&gt;and I need it to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;You steal it everytimes I hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;and you don't ever give it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here's the plan, I'll fly you to the stars&lt;br /&gt;We'll swim in the big dipper&lt;br /&gt;and we'll camp somewhere on mars&lt;br /&gt;if you promise, if you swear&lt;br /&gt;that you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw you up into the sky once before&lt;br /&gt;and you fell into my arms again&lt;br /&gt;so baby, we'll try this once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I'm driving too fast on this old desert highway&lt;br /&gt;driving to see your face, hear your voice against&lt;br /&gt;the sounds of the new freeway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's the plan, I'll fly you to spain&lt;br /&gt;ad we'll watch the lovers dance&lt;br /&gt;we'll own the hotel until the day that we go back&lt;br /&gt;if you promise, if you'll swear&lt;br /&gt;that you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said, "well come see me,&lt;br /&gt;let me see what I've been missing."&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay anywhere you want to be&lt;br /&gt;and show you what you've been missing&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you by the hand,&lt;br /&gt;ask you what's in your big plans&lt;br /&gt;then i'll tell you mine&lt;br /&gt;since they're all in your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll say "here's the plan&lt;br /&gt;we'll drive until there's no more roads&lt;br /&gt;we'll see the ocean span the world&lt;br /&gt;and we'll lay low, or way up high&lt;br /&gt;as long as you promise, if you swear that you'll be mine"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-913066524329825206?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/913066524329825206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=913066524329825206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/913066524329825206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/913066524329825206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-song-is-for-beautiful-girl.html' title='This song is for a beautiful girl'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-5790509111480309121</id><published>2009-01-04T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:13:48.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right after I wrote this, she said she didn't love me</title><content type='html'>well this is all new territory&lt;div&gt;for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've got this hold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this grip on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your eyes are full of metaphors that I can't even comprehend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I got nothing on this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you make me happier than I've been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I got nothing on this on this on this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you make me rhyme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in ways I can't remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've had this hold on me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ever since september&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I'll just close my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;close my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i got nothing on this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you make me happier than I've been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I got nothing on this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I got nothing on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if I could make this last forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this one night, with no fights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the clouds are trying to rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if I could make this last forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this one night, the dark skies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you're shielding me from all the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i got nothing on this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you make me happier than I've been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I got nothing on this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I got nothing on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-5790509111480309121?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/5790509111480309121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-9075392031030409449</id><published>2009-01-03T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:15:06.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm done with your shit</title><content type='html'>i thought you'd be done with this by now&lt;div&gt;but I guess you'd rather play some more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I'm done with this, baby, I'm done with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I can't play your games anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well I let you in again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and let me tell you, dame,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a mistake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I let you in again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and let me tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a mistake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've never felt so used&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as when you lean on my shoulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like I'm the only thing you need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what you used to need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well I let you in again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and let me tell you, dame,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a mistake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I let you in again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and let me tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a mistake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get away from, get away from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't breathe your poison breath,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't kiss your poison lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so get away from, get away from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't see your evil eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I can't taste your evil lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get away from, get away from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well I let you in again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and let me tell you, dame,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a mistake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I let you in again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and let me tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a mistake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-9075392031030409449?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/9075392031030409449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=9075392031030409449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/9075392031030409449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/9075392031030409449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-done-with-your-shit.html' title='I&apos;m done with your shit'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-722111655143802871</id><published>2009-01-01T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:46:37.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is probably the last song about you</title><content type='html'>I called you up, said I missed you like hell.&lt;div&gt;You replied, that's great but well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he'll be home soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said I hope he's better and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you stopped, you paused, you stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I hope you're happy now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because this is the last song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the last song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called you up, said let's get some lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You replied, boy I miss your touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss your kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess he wasn't better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you stopped, you thought, you stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you're crying on my shoulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in your own little world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you've crashed on the shoulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tiny white nails in your world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So savor this song, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;savor my voice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;savor your choice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause this is the last song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause this is the last song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hope you're happy now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause this is the last song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the last one about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the last song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Short lived like your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause this is the last song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dark and slow like it's your own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so this is the last song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the last song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-722111655143802871?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/722111655143802871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=722111655143802871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/722111655143802871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/722111655143802871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-probably-last-song-about-you.html' title='This is probably the last song about you'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-2643622540419990378</id><published>2008-12-29T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:39:50.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not saying you're a liar... you just don't tell the truth</title><content type='html'>let's burn this city down&lt;div&gt;we'll need matches and gasoline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the fire might cleanse this desert town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can drive home by the lights of the burning tires&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you'll still be there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leaning on a wall with a cigarette in your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you'll still be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gracing them with a silhouette where you used to stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I never said I would stop this drinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because it's what keeps me going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if it's ok with you, I'll pass out on justin's couch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because going home only reminds me of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I never said that I was perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I changed for you and proved it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did it how you wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you did him how you wanted, too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you'll still be there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leaning on a wall with a cigarette in your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you'll still be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gracing them with a silhouette where you used to stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this life is certainly not certain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I know you caught that when you decided &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to spend the night with him instead of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now I hope you'll see what you're missing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see what you've been wanting in a boy an a guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I know you won't see what you've been missing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You won't see what you been doing to a boy and his heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this life is certainly not certain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I'll see you around, because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you'll still be there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leaning on a wall with a cigarette in your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you'll still be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gracing them with a silhouette where you used to stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never said that I would stop this drinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because that's what keeps me going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the drunk hours I don't spend on you are the hours when I can sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the drunk hours I don't spend on you are the ones I wish I was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-2643622540419990378?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/2643622540419990378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=2643622540419990378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/2643622540419990378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/2643622540419990378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-not-saying-youre-liar-you-just-dont.html' title='I&apos;m not saying you&apos;re a liar... you just don&apos;t tell the truth'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-5321172374933825998</id><published>2008-12-24T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:04:30.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friend To All Is A Friend To None</title><content type='html'>Well I've got issues from here to minnesota&lt;div&gt;and I coulda sworn, woulda thought I told you but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're asking me these things then I guess I didn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or maybe you're just so high that you fucking missed it again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I hope you learn the words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you sing along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you write this in your diary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pouring tears all over my songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these things, these words just don't register&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're dyslexic when you're drunk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now you're taking it back, no returns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you've torn all the tags off and you're soaking wet from all the scorn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all the wars, that you wake up just to fight every night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well I hope you learn the words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I hope you sing along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you scribble this on napkins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coffee stains on every one of my songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take another hit, girl, take another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when you hit the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you move your feet like no other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well take another hit, girl, take another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when you hit the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll stay passed out til you're sober&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so tell a story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell a lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell a secret after you said that you'd keep it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smile some more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lie with him tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll tell all your secrets, you better wish that you had kept that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying not to fall into that same cliche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's what I'm best at, it's what I'm best at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when I don't, I hope you see the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you wish you were right here by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I hope you learn the words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you sing along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you write this in your diary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pouring tears all over my songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well I hope you learn the words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I hope you sing along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you scribble this on napkins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coffee stains on every one of my songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I hope you learn my words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I hope you play along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you write this on your hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and remember it forever long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-5321172374933825998?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-3300197545611845329</id><published>2008-12-21T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:23:33.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whiskey with a shot of apathy</title><content type='html'>the music is slipping out&lt;div&gt;dripping down my finger tips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's colored red like blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but blue and black like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it hits the ground in crescendos and quarters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and leaves the colors there to wash away alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this isn't a love song, but you can have it anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it might still be about if you know the right things to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bleed it out of me, like everything else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck it out of me, like everything else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;close your eyes and lie to me, like everyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like everything else you ever said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was just a little white lie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;harmless story,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perfect alibi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and even though I see right through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm waiting for your next lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The music's bleeding out of me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(you have this way with me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the color's fading out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(you had your way with me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;excuses falling out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i thought you loved me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now the makeup's washing off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i hope he's better than me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because this isn't a love song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you can have it anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it could still be about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you know the right things to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bleed it out of me, like everything else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck it out of me, like everything else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beat it out of me like everyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the music is slipping out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dripping down to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another wasted song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and another wasted verse on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-3300197545611845329?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/3300197545611845329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-1484799098866924949</id><published>2008-12-21T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T10:39:00.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High Desert Liars</title><content type='html'>you're this terrible piece of art&lt;div&gt;tragedy painted on your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you want all these great things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but no one ever seems to see that part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you're living in a lame excuse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another wasted breath on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;obtuse, the angle, that you lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but stretch  your spine it's almost summertime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and trust me you'll know when you get  there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cali has this way with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and trust me, you'll see when you get scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who's really on his way to pick up you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you're living in a lame excuse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another wasted breath on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;obtuse, the angle, that you lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but stretch  your spine it's almost summertime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;play your little games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lie down with whoever's close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'll be on that train again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;playing for whoever's close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cali has this way with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so drink another bottle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's it gonna hurt to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I smoked the road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched it burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kept my body warm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you refused to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cali has this way with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all done up with no one to take you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you're sleeping it off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;show them who's boss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because they've always had their way with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you're living in a lame excuse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another wasted breath on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;obtuse, the angle, that you lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but stretch  your spine it's almost summertime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-1484799098866924949?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/1484799098866924949/comments/default' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-410478893385530918</id><published>2008-12-16T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T02:37:45.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Are you still shaking?" "A little bit."</title><content type='html'>shhhhhhhh&lt;div&gt;hush little baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me tell you a story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about a boy who thought it was over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he used to hate, because it never felt right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he did all in his power to change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he smoked too much and watched his heart explode&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he cut himself open to ease the pressure in his veins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's when he heard her say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"you've gotta take control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can't let these pills own you anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've gotta let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because the pain inside won't help you stay afloat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've gotta take control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can't let these broken hearts bleed anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've gotta let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because if you help one person it'll all be worth it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shhhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hush little lush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me tell you a story &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about a girl the boy used to love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he broke her neck and in the attack &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;left her bleeding on the pavement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she said he wouldn't change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though he had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she filled all her empty spaces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with all the things she swore she wouldn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's when he heard her say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"you've gotta take control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can't let these pills own you anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've gotta let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because the pain inside won't help you stay afloat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've gotta take control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can't let these broken hearts bleed anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've gotta let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because if you help one person it'll all be worth it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said he lied,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said baby, you're right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it doesn't give you the excuse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to give up your entire life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's when she heard him say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"you've gotta take control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can't let these drugs own you anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've gotta let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because the false friends won't help you stay afloat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've gotta take control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can't let these bloody noses bleed anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've gotta let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because if I help you fight back it'll all be worth it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So listen listen listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure you hear the crickets chirping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all the birds are singing your song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so listen listen listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm telling you that your life is worth living&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all the things you know that you did wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are all just milestones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;showing you from where you came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all these broken bones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and heart attacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and nights that you spent wishing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just remind you of the day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you realized everything would be ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because that's when he heard her say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"you've gotta take control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can't let these pills own you anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've gotta let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because the pain inside won't help you stay afloat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've gotta take control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can't let these broken hearts bleed anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've gotta let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because if you help one person it'll all be worth it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-410478893385530918?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/410478893385530918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=410478893385530918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/410478893385530918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/410478893385530918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2008/12/are-you-still-shaking-little-bit.html' title='&quot;Are you still shaking?&quot; &quot;A little bit.&quot;'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-4664856953212701823</id><published>2008-12-11T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:12:40.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caricatures and scrapbooks</title><content type='html'>I've seen the way you move, girl&lt;div&gt;I've seen the way you shake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen you lose it all, girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I've seen you fucking baked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do the drugs help you at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do they take away the pain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I know they take it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I've watched you fall again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll watch you fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;photograph it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;show it to you later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so you can laugh it off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or maybe you won't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so pop another pill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so your social skill goes high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like the rest of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take another ht&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so when you hit the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you won't feel the fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll watch you fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;photograph it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;show it to you later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so you can cry it off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, look, here's the one where you drove home stoned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and o, see, here's the one yous pent with him instead of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, look, the red eye couldn't fix this one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because, oh, no, you were too far gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your brown eyes are red again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like the blood that used to pump through your veins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and your white skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is black and blue again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like ocean that you're jumping into again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen the way you move, girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen the way you shake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen the way you lose it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I've seen you fuckin baked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen how your lungs must look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see the way you feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So instead of fixing up yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go take another hit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-4664856953212701823?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/4664856953212701823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=4664856953212701823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/4664856953212701823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/4664856953212701823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2008/12/caricatures-and-scrapbooks.html' title='Caricatures and scrapbooks'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-6323455033154272188</id><published>2008-12-11T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:14:13.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That girl could move</title><content type='html'>you used to move the way that no one else could&lt;div&gt;you used to dance the way only you could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you used to have a heart, bigger than anyone else's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you used to love the way only you could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I beat that out of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you never even thanked me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you beat it out of me too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here's my thank you note&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you used to glow like a full moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now you're dim like the lights in your room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you used to control the way you trained yourself to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you used to love until you gave up on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i saw where the water met the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they had a little conversation about the pair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rolling in the waves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"see those two, now that's love," the water said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the air replied "if that's love, I won't let you rain on them from above."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well he did, the air was right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pulled itself out of my lungs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and dropped the ocean on us forever, through this nightmare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you used to swim, the water made it's way around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you used to move the way that only you could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you used to breathe, the air was yours as you would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now you smoke till you can't remember what was special about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But do you remember me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was there when you lost what you had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you remember me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was there when you said you lost your best friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you remember me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was there when you gave up on yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you remember me? do you remember me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said I'll be there until the very end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't remember me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would ask for your help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I've seen the way you lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would ask for help but I've seen the way I die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you remember me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-6323455033154272188?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/6323455033154272188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=6323455033154272188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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decided to try this little experiment&lt;div&gt;but the only guinea pig I had was me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited to say that it's working&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's taken all my feelings from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said "do you really think I need those?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Son, from the look in your eyes to to the scars on your arms, I do."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, maybe I shouldn't have told you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"but you did and this is where it got you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I thought, why no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's nothing wrong with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now I know, now I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything I ever did was a lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every breath I ever took &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meant nothing in anyone's eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty sure, I just lost my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can you see me in the mirror?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I'd like to know that I'm still here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't believe you, I don't believe me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't believe in you, I don't believe in you anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said "do you really think I need those?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Son, from the smell on your breath to to the blood in your lungs, I do."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, maybe I shouldn't have told you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"but you did and this is where it got you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should have asked if they'd take away my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because now I'm sure they do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are you real? is this even happening?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes are open but I just can't see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're either too bright or I'm too messed up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should have asked if they'd take away my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because now I'm sure they do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-3345825789911826790?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/3345825789911826790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=3345825789911826790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/3345825789911826790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/3345825789911826790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2008/12/somnolence.html' title='Somnolence'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-2450506336714538194</id><published>2008-12-10T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:55:10.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dysthymia</title><content type='html'>Hey, I'm the crazy one here.&lt;div&gt;what did I do that made you think I need that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was it all those little cuts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was it because of that slut?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was it all those little cuts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I don't think they mean this much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey I'm the crazy one here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, not anymore, not anymore you're not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll be better off with these&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;better off than when you're not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now I don't know what is real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I don't know what is fake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hiding just around the corner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey, I was the crazy one here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why can't I bring myself to be sad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I should be but they just don't let me anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why can't i bring myself to be mad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mad at you and all your games and all your fucking lies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I should but they just don't let me anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taking over my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taking over my style&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they said it was mild&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taking over my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taking over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this fucked up state of mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least I remember how I used to know her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least I remember... i was the crazy one here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, not anymore, not anymore you're not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll be better off with these&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;better off than when you're not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now I don't know what's real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I don't know what's fake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hiding just around the corner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hiding right around the corner is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a monster wearing your clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my, what large teeth you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why, the better for tearing you apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my dear, you've already done that part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't you see all the hurt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm already in pieces, laying on the bed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the little blue pieces laying on my bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they're your fault, you've already done this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've already done this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i need to take more because they're not helping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because they're not helping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're still here, i need to take more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-2450506336714538194?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/2450506336714538194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=2450506336714538194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/2450506336714538194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/2450506336714538194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2008/12/dysthymia.html' title='Dysthymia'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-2682917395341154047</id><published>2008-12-07T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T01:38:19.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>i don't sleep much these days&lt;div&gt;the nightmares keep me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the ones where you're far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the nightmares keep me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm losing myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I know you're feeling it too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you think you've lost yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the drugs and alcohol and all the deep blues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turn that frown upside down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I think I found myself in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know I've been known to down a pack?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the smoke in my lungs fills up the space you left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wish you knew the pain in the attack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it leaves a bigger hole where the air was supposed to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the city burns, pretty baby let's sit back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we can't save them now so let's watch it burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who knew the smoke could be so romantic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we can't save us now so let's let one burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'll share and watch our smoke get lost &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the burning black that used to be our home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did you know I knew about that pack?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the smoke left a scar in the place we left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess you know the pain in this attack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it left a black hole where the people were supposed to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they all smile and act like nothing's wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we know, we saw, we saw it all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we know, we saw, we watched it burn down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we'll smile and act like nothing's wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm losing myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I know you're feeling it too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you think you've lost yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the drugs and alcohol and all the deep blues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turn that frown upside down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I think I found myself in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll be good, just as soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as we get that alcohol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in our system&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'll be good, just as soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as we get that oxygen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in our system&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'll sit back and watch it escape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crack another one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;under this moonlit cityscape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'll sit back and watch it burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;light another one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;above this burning cityscape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-2682917395341154047?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/2682917395341154047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=2682917395341154047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/2682917395341154047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/2682917395341154047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-706764477101464540</id><published>2008-12-06T21:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T01:27:53.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope you like this</title><content type='html'>She sad those words again&lt;div&gt;no, no, stop myself right there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;start again from the beginning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a pretty night, anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a pretty night there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have I ever told you how much I've liked you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought about you first when love was approached&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought about you when I hung up the picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one that you drew that said you weren't wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then I said those words for the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poor broke, I've got nothing to keep you here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least you had a good time anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as all the smoke filled the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did my hair just right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brushed my teeth about five times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shave the stubble against the grain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did you notice the whole time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she said those words again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no, no, no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a pretty night anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when she said those words again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-706764477101464540?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/706764477101464540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=706764477101464540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/706764477101464540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/706764477101464540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hope-you-like-this.html' title='I hope you like this'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-4299313824576306170</id><published>2008-11-28T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T08:08:50.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you drown out the thunder</title><content type='html'>Grey skies, green eye smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Have i ever told you the way you glow in the dark?&lt;br /&gt;All the times I said I'd give up&lt;br /&gt;all the nights I spent staying up&lt;br /&gt;all the nights you spent telling me what a bad idea it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know just how far I can sink&lt;br /&gt;and for some reason you still stand by me&lt;br /&gt;say you will, say you will&lt;br /&gt;and you know I will too&lt;br /&gt;say you won't, say you won't,&lt;br /&gt;I'll still stick to you like glue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grey skies, brown eye smile for me&lt;br /&gt;have I ever told you how you shine in the dark?&lt;br /&gt;there's no lights in here so could you please come here?&lt;br /&gt;Everything around you lights up when you're near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now listen, precious, I know that things are hard&lt;br /&gt;and settle, darling, you know I won't lie&lt;br /&gt;things will stay rough&lt;br /&gt;you're the toughest that i know, and you won't let this one tear you apart&lt;br /&gt;you've been through worse and back&lt;br /&gt;and you'll see your light when you remember your part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now listen, precious, I know that things are hard&lt;br /&gt;and settle darling, you know I won't lie&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking and we both know it's not right&lt;br /&gt;you know I've been there before and you didn't let me give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking and you never wanted me to&lt;br /&gt;so why wouldn't I extend that same courtesy to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grey skies, green eye smile for me&lt;br /&gt;have i ever told you how you shine in the dark?&lt;br /&gt;grey skies, brown eye smile for me&lt;br /&gt;you'll find your spot with this&lt;br /&gt;listen, precious, call it your brand new start&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-4299313824576306170?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/4299313824576306170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=4299313824576306170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/4299313824576306170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/4299313824576306170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-drown-out-thunder.html' title='you drown out the thunder'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-4118425364653474714</id><published>2008-11-25T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:57:21.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you used to say</title><content type='html'>I've tried to keep a track of this&lt;br /&gt;you always said you were the best&lt;br /&gt;said this guitar's always had the best&lt;br /&gt;your vocal chords said you had this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got this void to fill&lt;br /&gt;you've got this voice to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel the music dripping down your finger tips&lt;br /&gt;bleeding out red from your wrist&lt;br /&gt;feel it hit the ground like your last shred of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always said you were the best&lt;br /&gt;so who's there to make up for this?&lt;br /&gt;on the day that I wed will you be there&lt;br /&gt;to tell me what I did wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Like you did every other time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said i never knew of it&lt;br /&gt;but i'm always keeping track on this&lt;br /&gt;you said it was love&lt;br /&gt;i said everything short of "you're a liar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so feel it dripping off your finger tips&lt;br /&gt;the way my hope dripped off the tip of your tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got this void to fill,&lt;br /&gt;you've got this voice to hear&lt;br /&gt;these screams got nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;since there's nothing you want to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to keep track of this&lt;br /&gt;you always said you were the best&lt;br /&gt;i wish you weren't right about it&lt;br /&gt;but you've got all these songs playing for nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pretend they mean it&lt;br /&gt;pretend you care&lt;br /&gt;pretend it means something&lt;br /&gt;to someone somewhere&lt;br /&gt;pretend you were right all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pretend you mean it&lt;br /&gt;pretend they care&lt;br /&gt;pretend it means nothing&lt;br /&gt;to no one anywhere&lt;br /&gt;pretend you were right all along&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-4118425364653474714?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/4118425364653474714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=4118425364653474714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/4118425364653474714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/4118425364653474714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-used-to-say.html' title='you used to say'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-2447835591154110923</id><published>2008-11-25T17:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:56:36.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing irreparable has happened here</title><content type='html'>I can't pretend to know what you're going through&lt;br /&gt;and in all honesty I don't care&lt;br /&gt;you had your chance to change your station&lt;br /&gt;and you passed it up like a forgotten prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said it never really mattered if all you gave me were lies&lt;br /&gt;and it still won't matter because you're not where my future lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so drop your head to your pillow&lt;br /&gt;let out a breath&lt;br /&gt;you got through today&lt;br /&gt;and you've got nothing left&lt;br /&gt;what's the point in waking up&lt;br /&gt;to a cold dark room&lt;br /&gt;when your whole point of waking up&lt;br /&gt;has left you for good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell your stories about the one who was right&lt;br /&gt;go home at night and close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;out of sight, out of mind, out of your big brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;give a trite (excuse), see your plight, and give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse me miss, I think you dropped this on the ground&lt;br /&gt;it looks like a list of reasons why you're not home bound&lt;br /&gt;it's funny, I think that my name's at the top of it&lt;br /&gt;bright bold letters say it better, at least you know who was right all along&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-2447835591154110923?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/2447835591154110923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=2447835591154110923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/2447835591154110923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/2447835591154110923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-irreparable-has-happened-here.html' title='nothing irreparable has happened here'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-2155357716666308302</id><published>2008-11-21T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:44:27.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jennifer's Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm no philosopher,&lt;br /&gt;light and death are none of my concern&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a boy with a mic and a guitar&lt;br /&gt;that was given to me to play to ease your heart&lt;br /&gt;you're just a girl with a voice and a heart&lt;br /&gt;that needs something like this to plan a new start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm this broken hearted boy&lt;br /&gt;who's got all these bandaids to try&lt;br /&gt;and as much as I bleed, you'd think my guitar'd have stained by now&lt;br /&gt;and you're this lost and hurting girl&lt;br /&gt;you've got plenty laid out to try&lt;br /&gt;as much as you sing, I'd think your vocal chords would bleed by now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but these songs keep coming&lt;br /&gt;and the words keep slipping&lt;br /&gt;and I'm stuttering over vials of verbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said "why do you always ask the deepest questions?"&lt;br /&gt;I said I'm no phiolosopher,&lt;br /&gt;but there's things I care to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So listen to these songs&lt;br /&gt;because that's the best you'll get of me&lt;br /&gt;the honest truth, always the the best&lt;br /&gt;always hurts the most to say&lt;br /&gt;maybe they'll help you get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;have a dream, for once, for once&lt;br /&gt;maybe they'll help ease your pain&lt;br /&gt;have a break, for once, for once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so take what you want from this&lt;br /&gt;i wrote it all for you&lt;br /&gt;that what you can from this&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, (love), know&lt;br /&gt;(love, love, love, love, love, love)&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing until it's true&lt;br /&gt;take what you may from this&lt;br /&gt;but int he end, (love), know,&lt;br /&gt;(love, love, love, love, love, love)&lt;br /&gt;it's all been done for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these words bleed and tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;so don't think it's me singing when this is stuck inside your head&lt;br /&gt;I own the words, but what they said is what you said&lt;br /&gt;you needed to hear&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a story teller&lt;br /&gt;you're the one living a life&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a reporter&lt;br /&gt;breaking news against the background fires&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a story teller&lt;br /&gt;you're the one giving life&lt;br /&gt;to all these songs&lt;br /&gt;singing in front of all these fires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-2155357716666308302?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/2155357716666308302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=2155357716666308302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/2155357716666308302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/2155357716666308302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2008/11/jennifers-song.html' title='Jennifer&apos;s Song'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-3795217561877468207</id><published>2008-11-20T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:58:47.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how you pretend you're a real girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I never loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; The way that I said  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You’re just a bad luck girl  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who wants to live like the rest  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So call your boyfriend  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though he treats you like shit  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell him how many hearts you’ve broken for him   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; You’re no stranger to lies and deceit  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why the hell are you glaring at me?   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; You never loved me  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way that you said  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m just a loveless boy  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asleep like the rest  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I’ll call all my friends  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tell them about all the hearts you’ve broken for him     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said you know you made a mistake  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that’s the first half of being right  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let’s see the rest  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well you ran back to him  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that’s the last half of anything I thought we had left     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, you’re cute when you get that sly smile  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one that says your mind’s made up in a mile  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I’ll just sit here  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feign some denial  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because the only thing that’s real is your movie script style     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And baby, you know how I feel  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you keep striking nails  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attempt to feel real  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it won’t work and let me tell you why  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything you break just takes you further away  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything you hurt just furthers the pain     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So drown your sorrows in that broken bottle  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There’s nothing I can say to make you swallow any harder  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And let’s hope for once in your life  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The alcohol makes you feel like you’ve done something right     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So drown your sorrows in his broken hands  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There’s nothing I could do to make you callous any faster  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But let’s pray, for once in your life  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bruises are enough to make you feel alive   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-3795217561877468207?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/3795217561877468207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=3795217561877468207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/3795217561877468207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/3795217561877468207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-how-you-pretend-youre-real-girl.html' title='This is how you pretend you&apos;re a real girl'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-7502870946638443445</id><published>2008-11-18T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:46:40.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cigarettes and Sutures</title><content type='html'>sitting in the glow of the park lights&lt;div&gt;your last cigarette's smoke blows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like your last breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's orange like the lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's orange like your mood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the part where I say something that makes you feel alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but after times like these I have nothing left to say to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you used to say you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now you say it and wince&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well baby I'm done with this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby I'm done with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when we leave you'll know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sitting in the glow of the park lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your last drag is done and we're in the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here the day changes as fast as you gave up the fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and your eyes are shined over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's not from the drugs you ingested in the hope they'd make you feel alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after times like these there's nothing left to take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear the birds in silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the frame of what you're about to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and don't you think I knew that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm only here cause of the nicotine in the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not to hear old news about your new boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so drop the smoke in a way that makes me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watch it creep out your lips like the words of a lost child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said the only reason I wouldn't be in your life is if you chose that path&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, you've been walking forever so why am I still holding your hand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-7502870946638443445?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/7502870946638443445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=7502870946638443445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/7502870946638443445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/7502870946638443445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2008/11/cigarettes-and-sutures.html' title='Cigarettes and Sutures'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-8245353624520968598</id><published>2008-11-17T22:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:13:35.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're a liar, but I'm ok with that.</title><content type='html'>She said you had a head on your shoulders&lt;div&gt;and it looks like she were right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she said you were looking for love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you're looking too hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was a time when you'd let me in on things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now its too far gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i won't lecture &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you've been here before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i won't cross my fingers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause you're walking out that door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now you're back into his arms again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;control, manipulating your hands again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i even in your thoughts again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;painful, i know, manipulating your words again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suddenly everything has changed again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you gave me hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of a time better spent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now it's breathe or choke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you're gasping for that oxygen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm done bleeding over you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just thought I'd let you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because it's obvious you're done &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;breathing over me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't worry babe, I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-8245353624520968598?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/8245353624520968598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=8245353624520968598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/8245353624520968598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/8245353624520968598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2008/11/youre-liar-but-im-ok-with-that.html' title='You&apos;re a liar, but I&apos;m ok with that.'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-5349691017509530105</id><published>2008-11-17T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:41:47.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Except this never happened.</title><content type='html'>Remember that joke you used to tell me?&lt;div&gt;The one where you said that you still loved me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I caught you laughing I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hung on to those words like they were oxygen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I breathed them in and breathed them out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but that was before I breathed curses under them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember that joke you used to tell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one about that boy who loved you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was a good one too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except for all the nights spent lying under you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with you lying to my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I breathed those words in, in and out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but that was before everything I found out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm waiting for the punch line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as you're laughing with all your friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that when I get it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't think it's nearly as funny as them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's not ok, but I'll say it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i like the way you smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember when you got my hopes up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And crushed them under your heel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That wasn't too funny, and not all that clever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you'll know that when I repay the way I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say an eye for an eye leaves everyone blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but a heart for a heart means nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when your heart died years ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say an eye for an eye leaves everyone blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but a heart for a heart means nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when your heart is as cold as the stone above my bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm waiting for the punch line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as you're laughing with all your friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that when I get it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't think it's nearly as funny as them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's not ok, but I'll say it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i like the way you smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The love that you gave up on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all that love you left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Won't be here if you decide you want me back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll move on, no more waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for you to say that shit again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember the joke I told?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one about leaving you out in the cold?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I think it'll be funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I'm watching you through the window sill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And maybe you will and maybe you won't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I do hope you appreciate the irony I've built up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I like the way you smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember all the jokes we told each other?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, they're hers and mine now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember the way we fit across your sheets?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we fit even better now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They said something about salts in wounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm hoping for them to form&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I can show you how this burns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-5349691017509530105?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/5349691017509530105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=5349691017509530105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/5349691017509530105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/5349691017509530105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2008/11/except-this-never-happened.html' title='Except this never happened.'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-5354078212283509350</id><published>2008-11-15T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:08:28.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Better Buy A One Way Ticket And A Moving Van"</title><content type='html'>You're gonna get on that flight tonight&lt;br /&gt;and the only thing I can say is "don't forget me"&lt;br /&gt;I've got this feeling you will&lt;br /&gt;and I can't bear to take that with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were scared&lt;br /&gt;i know, i know, i know&lt;br /&gt;and you needed hands&lt;br /&gt;i know, i know, i know&lt;br /&gt;but i hope you see&lt;br /&gt;i hope, i hope, i hope,&lt;br /&gt;that mine are a better fit than his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this moment you can't move&lt;br /&gt;and its something wish you could&lt;br /&gt;i'll stay here and fucked up for you&lt;br /&gt;my eyes were red all night for you&lt;br /&gt;i told them it was just the smoke&lt;br /&gt;but really, this couldn't even come close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so go ahead&lt;br /&gt;think i'm treating you better&lt;br /&gt;in all honesty&lt;br /&gt;it's just what you deserve&lt;br /&gt;so go ahead&lt;br /&gt;think him the better kisser&lt;br /&gt;in all honesty&lt;br /&gt;you haven't felt what you deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so go ahead&lt;br /&gt;because in all honesty&lt;br /&gt;just go ahead&lt;br /&gt;in all honesty&lt;br /&gt;i just hope you're happy&lt;br /&gt;i mean go ahead&lt;br /&gt;in all honesty&lt;br /&gt;just go ahead&lt;br /&gt;in all honesty&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but hope&lt;br /&gt;you choose me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna get on that flight tonight&lt;br /&gt;and the only thing I have is&lt;br /&gt;"call me when you get there"&lt;br /&gt;maybe he'll forget&lt;br /&gt;and maybe then you'll see&lt;br /&gt;but I've got this feeling you'll forget&lt;br /&gt;and i can't take that with me&lt;div&gt;(forget all about me, again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crossed fingers, broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;remember the way we fell apart?&lt;br /&gt;remember all the chances in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;lucky pennies, shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;do you know what i wished for&lt;br /&gt;in november nights?&lt;br /&gt;i hope, i hope, i hope,&lt;br /&gt;i hope you meant all those things you said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I know, I know, I know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you waited years just for this part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;throwing quarters, little dippers&lt;br /&gt;i hope you meant it when you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;and when you told me that it was over&lt;br /&gt;i died&lt;br /&gt;at least a little on the inside&lt;br /&gt;i lost what you had given me&lt;br /&gt;it was just too painful, see&lt;br /&gt;it was just too plain to see&lt;br /&gt;and maybe maybe maybe&lt;br /&gt;when you land&lt;br /&gt;you'll look him in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;and maybe maybe maybe&lt;br /&gt;when you land&lt;br /&gt;you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;what i've been saying all along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you waited years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then you gave up on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i waited years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm still waiting to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you waited years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you were much to scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i waited years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knowing soon you'll be brave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're gonna get off that flight tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope you think of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-5354078212283509350?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/5354078212283509350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=5354078212283509350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/5354078212283509350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/5354078212283509350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-better-buy-one-way-ticket-and.html' title='&quot;You Better Buy A One Way Ticket And A Moving Van&quot;'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-8730899036812562266</id><published>2008-10-26T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:25:28.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"If this is a party, where the fuck is the rum?"</title><content type='html'>why can't i just let this go?&lt;div&gt;"I needed to get that off my chest," she said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there's so many thing I want to say to that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why can't I just let this go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just bottle up these heartaches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got all the empty bottles I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vicodin and captain and all their good friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these cigarettes are solace and the alcohol burns warm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like your touch should have in the breaking dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what would I have to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for you to say it back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(if I said I need you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would you say it back?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there anything anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could say I could say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to make you want me back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(If you said you needed me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it wouldn't bring me back)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that I'm questioning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate what I've become&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe that makes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for better positioning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I finally jump&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaron said it best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the sound of separation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I was lying when I said that I was looking up"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They've written all my best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lines, and I'm lost in the desperation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what would I have to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for you to say it back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(if I said I need you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would you say it back?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there anything anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could say I could say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to make you want me back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(If you said you needed me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it wouldn't bring me back)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is this what you want from me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is that how i want to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what on earth could I even say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is this how you want to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is it you want from me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why on earth would you even say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that I'm questioning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate what I've become&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hoping this makes better knots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for when I finally jump&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what would I have to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for you to say it back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(if I said I need you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would you say it back?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there anything anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could say I could say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to make you want me back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(If you said you needed me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it wouldn't bring me back)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-8730899036812562266?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/8730899036812562266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=8730899036812562266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/8730899036812562266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/8730899036812562266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-this-is-party-where-fuck-is-rum.html' title='&quot;If this is a party, where the fuck is the rum?&quot;'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-7596684795933231003</id><published>2008-10-26T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:08:31.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections are more dangerous than knives</title><content type='html'>remember when your tastes were your own?&lt;div&gt;now you only taste like them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember when your thoughts were your own?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now you only think of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm waiting for one of you to show me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're not like all the others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smoke your cigarettes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drink your alcohol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smile when they tell you what you like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hated when you dismissed Cursive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you said print was more your style&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now the only thing you write in is cursive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and your ink of preference is lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so write my pain in your red ink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and wait for it to seep into your nailbeds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll remember me always,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the paint in your skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to your sheets and your nightstand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hated when you told me my eyes weren't as bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that indie just wasn't your style&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now the only thing you do is scene yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and really, have you seen yourself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm waiting for one of you to show me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that you're not like the others at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smoke your cigarettes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drink your alcohol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smile at me when they tell you what you like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember when your tastes were your own?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you only taste like them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember when your thoughts were your own?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now you only think like them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-7596684795933231003?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/7596684795933231003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=7596684795933231003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/7596684795933231003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/7596684795933231003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2008/10/reflections-are-more-dangerous-than.html' title='Reflections are more dangerous than knives'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-7433768526305252709</id><published>2008-10-23T23:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:35:33.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Feet Under, But Oh So Charming</title><content type='html'>face to sound and ears to the ground&lt;br /&gt;you've got your roots all buried so deep&lt;br /&gt;you've got everyone running around&lt;br /&gt;face to ground and ears to the sound&lt;br /&gt;you're just buried too deep&lt;br /&gt;to ever be anywhere but homebound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this town in your ears&lt;br /&gt;and not in your heart, you say&lt;br /&gt;and you say it all but you always stay&lt;br /&gt;you just want to be new&lt;br /&gt;to be clean and free and serene&lt;br /&gt;you just want to be new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face to the grind and ears to the sound&lt;br /&gt;they've got their roots all buried so deep&lt;br /&gt;and they've got you running around&lt;br /&gt;face to the sound, ears to the ground&lt;br /&gt;they're buried to deep in you&lt;br /&gt;for you to ever leave anything but underground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side by side, side by sound&lt;br /&gt;conversation runs everything aground&lt;br /&gt;you wanted anything but your face to the sound&lt;br /&gt;got all these tastes winding and wound&lt;br /&gt;around and around and around and around&lt;br /&gt;your roots are just buried too deep&lt;br /&gt;twisting around your neck in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;get them under control before they tie you down&lt;br /&gt;but you won't, and you can't, and you'll always lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this town in your ears&lt;br /&gt;and not in your heart, you say&lt;br /&gt;and you say it all but you always stay&lt;br /&gt;you just want to be new&lt;br /&gt;to be clean and free and serene&lt;br /&gt;you just want to be new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want your friends like your friends want to feel&lt;br /&gt;lie to yourself and say every thing's a heal&lt;br /&gt;when you find out, when you find out about&lt;br /&gt;you'll be too grown in to leave this town&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-7433768526305252709?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/7433768526305252709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=7433768526305252709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/7433768526305252709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/7433768526305252709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2008/10/6-feet-under-but-oh-so-charming.html' title='6 Feet Under, But Oh So Charming'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-5474771049174617944</id><published>2008-10-10T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T00:22:25.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>methodic and melodic and wonderful</title><content type='html'>She doesn't want to go to sleep&lt;div&gt;because she doesn't know what tomorrow keeps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's all such a blur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow's folds hold nothing for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's all such a blur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because tomorrow means nothing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I just need some direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need some attention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need some affection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need anything"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she doesn't want to wake from sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because she's not sure what tomorrow keeps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's all such a blur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she knows tomorrow means new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's all such a blur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because tomorrow holds something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that she doesn't wish to hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i can't take the infection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i don't like these injections&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i've got are these inflections&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could use anything"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it'll be neutral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like the acids and bases &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that form her thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it'll be neutral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like the notes and breaths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that form her words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I just need some direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need some attention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need some affection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i can't take the infection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i don't like these injections&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i've got are these inflections&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could use anything"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's all such a blur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to her to her to her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's all such a blur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to her to her to her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's all such a blur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-5474771049174617944?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/5474771049174617944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=5474771049174617944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/5474771049174617944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/5474771049174617944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2008/10/methodic-and-melodic-and-wonderful.html' title='methodic and melodic and wonderful'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-3256617737372689767</id><published>2008-10-09T22:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:30:11.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quickie</title><content type='html'>I've got this problem, see&lt;div&gt;when she's not here with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i get this feeeeeeeeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's like i've been lost at sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there's something, something missing from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but as soon as she comes back you'll see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but oh no, she's gone for good this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's not heading back this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, no, she's gone for good for good for good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there's nothing that can make her stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I've got this problem, see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because no one's here with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep getting this feeeeeeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know far gone I can be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I know exactly what's missing, missing from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I know she's not coming back to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, no, she's gone for good this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's not heading back this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, no, she's gone for good for good for good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there's nothing I can say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this guitar's got your voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and these strings are your vocal chords&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and every note I play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and every word I sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just reminds remind reminds me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's she's staying staying away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how far gone I can be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I hope somehow this makes you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that there's no more room for "sorrys"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope somehow this makes you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that you're the only, only girl for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-3256617737372689767?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/3256617737372689767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=3256617737372689767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/3256617737372689767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/3256617737372689767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2008/10/quickie.html' title='quickie'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-3395331600252877239</id><published>2008-09-29T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:30:34.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wash away this desert town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;do you remember when we were younger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We used to think we were untouchable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but as we grew we learned to be smarter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now we know there's no such thing as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;untouchable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;untouchable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're not so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;untouchable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you remember when you were younger?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you thought the earth spun way too fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you said "why can't we slow down for just this summer?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now it's spinning way to slow for you so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the earth is moving way too slow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;space just isn't growing fast enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're just too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i see the clouds&lt;div&gt;drowning out the light from the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the only thing I think is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come and wash away this desert town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's getting darker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the rain is falling down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I can't help but say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please wash away this desert town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember all the things we used to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from your rooftop in the summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all the games we used to play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before we jumped into the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember all the ways you used to look into my eyes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all the ways you used to say the things that became lies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I know it's not in the way you looked at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I know it's not in the way you looked in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's all in the way you said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's all in the way you said it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's all in the way you said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i see the clouds&lt;div&gt;drowning out the light from the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the only thing I think is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come and wash away this desert town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's getting darker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the rain is falling down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I can't help but say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please wash away this desert town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here's the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it can't wash your insides clean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but here's the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it'll douse your cigarette's flame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it'll blow your hair just the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the way he does when you're with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe this will make you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember what you said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can only hope, i guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember what you said?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the alcohol leaves sores upon your porcelain lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it cuts across your teeth like the blade across my skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe for once you'll remember, remember me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you remember when we were younger?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we used to think we were untouchable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but as we grew, I learned you're a liar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now I know there's no such thing as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;untouchable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-3395331600252877239?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/3395331600252877239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=3395331600252877239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/3395331600252877239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/3395331600252877239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2008/09/wash-away-this-desert-town.html' title='wash away this desert town'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-1965137729436261465</id><published>2008-09-28T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:57:31.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trite phrases, fresh faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;My sheets still smell like you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;A vague reminder of a night spent&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Wrapped around each other&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;With something in our eyes, I couldn’t tell you what it was&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Though I’d like to think I knew&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Is this the way out?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Well the next time I need to tell you something&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I’ll make sure I know exactly what to say&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Because I know everything (But you know more)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;And I know what makes you tick (But you know so much more)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;And I know the way your eyes look (But you know more)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;When you’re crying on the inside (And you’re around no more)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;My bed still has your impressions&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;And I have them too&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;The ones you left between my sheets&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;And the ones you left here in my head&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;A vague reminder of our last time spent together&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;When you had something in your eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;And I knew exactly what it was&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Is this the way out?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;You had a way out&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Well the next time I need to tell you something&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I’ll remember to pick my words and keep my distance&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;(I’ll let you pick the distance and I’ll keep your words)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Because you know everything&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;(it takes more)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;And I don’t know anything&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;(it takes so much more)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;But I know the way your eyes look&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;(We used to be so much more)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;When you’re smiling on the inside&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“I don’t have a reason for this”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“Do you want a reason for this?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“I don’t think I can find a reason for it”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;This is the way my sheets smell after you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Your arms around my neck&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;(My remeron replacement)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“I don’t have a reason for this”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Your lips against my skin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;(My vicodin addiction)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“Do you want a reason for this?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Your eyes attached to mine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;(My Percocet prescription)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“I don’t think I have a reason for it”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“Let’s stop living in the past”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Well the next time I tell you something&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I’ll remember to do it with your speed and keep it concise&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;And I’ll do my best to make sure I’m not spilling contrite across your bed sheets&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;With our meaningless lipsyncs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Is this the way out?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Is this…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Is this the way out?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-1965137729436261465?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/1965137729436261465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=1965137729436261465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/1965137729436261465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/1965137729436261465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2008/09/trite-phrases-fresh-faces.html' title='trite phrases, fresh faces'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-6190334057294825292</id><published>2008-09-23T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:23:08.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're both capable of the most terrible things</title><content type='html'>I believe every word you say&lt;div&gt;I'm not going with you to our yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every single word you say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only takes us back to where we were then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at least now I can say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember when you promised me you'd stay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the one that started it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when you promised you'd stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's like a promise to take you away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still hold on to the words you gave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think they're gonna be the last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll keep them close, just so you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like they're gonna be the last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up from a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up from a nightmare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why are you not here? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up from a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you said it's not a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up from a nightmare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you said it's not a nightmare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you're still not here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stay with me tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'll still believe today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you stay with me tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know I'll believe today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was the one you wanted to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't wanna breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I've got all these songs to sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't wanna believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I've got all these words to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stay with me til we need to leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got all these things to lay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;til the morning's fray fades away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-6190334057294825292?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/6190334057294825292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=6190334057294825292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/6190334057294825292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/6190334057294825292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2008/09/were-both-capable-of-most-terrible.html' title='We&apos;re both capable of the most terrible things'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-3317713046269604322</id><published>2008-09-23T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:03:26.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dismantled, Broken, Golden</title><content type='html'>i had that dream again&lt;div&gt;the one where everything was amazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it all worked like it should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then I woke up again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and everything was a terrible mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it all fell apart if it could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if I could &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd hang up these vocal chords for good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and let the calluses on my fingers heal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the damage they've withstood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's another song to throw away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wash it down the drain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're too busy to listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with all your new friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all the better sounds they make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you even know it's for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I didn't ever tell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to think you'd somehow know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I'm guessing the buzzing is much too strong for good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you even want another string of words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;held together by this old guitar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't have the time to answer these marks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I'm doubting you'll even care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if I could &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd hang up these vocal chords for good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and let the calluses in my fingers heal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the damage they've withstood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd take you for you for good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and let the calluses on our hearts heal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the damages they've withstood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you won't let me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no you won't let me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no you won't let me, let me in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you won't let me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you won't let me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you won't let me let me in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd hang up these vocal chords for good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and let the calluses on my fingers heal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the damage they've withstood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd take you for you for good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and let the calluses on our hearts heal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the damages they've withstood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until I sing the words so good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that it forever heals all the damage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've gone through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you won't let me love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until I get the lines down good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and until then, I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that you won't let me in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-3317713046269604322?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/3317713046269604322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=3317713046269604322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/3317713046269604322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/3317713046269604322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2008/09/dismantle.html' title='Dismantled, Broken, Golden'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-3351213785806949496</id><published>2008-09-20T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:58:34.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RE: broken hearts, and how to fall apart</title><content type='html'>I'm asking the pharmacist for a little bit of everything&lt;div&gt;you gave me this condition, stricken, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but there's no prescription for a broken heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The alcohol burns but it seems like it works&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when flirts turn to words and all my words are spurned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said "I'm sorry son, but we don't have what you need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girl who did this to you is the only one you need to see."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I told him, "Doctor, doctor, you don't understand, see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's not done with me just yet, and I'm scared to be around."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so did I learn anything from this night of written dreams?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I can't say that I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did you gain anything from turning down my screams?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no, I doubt you did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I don't think I'll ever come back down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it hurts a lot, but it hurts worse to see you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I don't think I'll ever come back down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because your words burn worse than you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said "I'm sorry son, but we don't have what you need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girl who did this to you is the only one you need to see."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I told him, "Doctor, doctor, you don't understand, see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's not done with me just yet, and I'm scared to be around."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my eyes simply cannot take the beating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they get from knowing you're not looking for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my brain is wracked with concern&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that you're not concerned about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm asking the pharmacist for a little bit of everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something, anything, to numb the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's no prescription for a broken heart, it seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the things I'm taking now seem to dull the sense and the dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said "I'm sorry son, but we don't have what you need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girl who did this to you is the only one you need to see."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I told him, "Doctor, doctor, you don't understand, see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's not done with me just yet, and I'm scared to be around."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-3351213785806949496?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/3351213785806949496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=3351213785806949496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/3351213785806949496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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house, it's cold as hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they always play a slow song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm saying goodbye in the tires on the street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm saying hello to all the people I'll never meet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ready to leave you and all you are behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but every time I try...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they always play a slow song&lt;div&gt;when my breath is hanging in the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;outside your house, it's cold as hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they always play a slow song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not in the way you told me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's all in the way your eyes shone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not in the way you said it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's all in the way you looked at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my last cigarette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for another ten minutes or so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm wondering what you're thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and wishing you were here to hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as I'm leaving, I'm giving up again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just not worth all the time and the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell myself, hoping this time that it's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but just as I'm leaving,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they always play a slow song&lt;div&gt;when my breath is hanging in the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;outside your house, it's cold as hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they always play a slow song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-6530030718218323584?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-4143900632115977421</id><published>2008-09-18T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:17:10.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesy McCheeserton (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;when I told you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I was a sucker for romance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like you to know I meant it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I don't think you got it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I guess that's my penance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my penchant for the advance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're just a mess, you said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I guess you meant it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've got this problem with nice guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and loving the bad ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and getting hurt in the process&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I'm telling you babe,  you're never second best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she said, "I'll give you a kiss and sing you a song,&lt;div&gt;anything you wish as long as you'll say nothing's wrong."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I got my kiss but so far no song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I can't honestly tell you that nothing's wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're the sweetest of sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and an angel with hidden wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you're not mine to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're not mine to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here's your letter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's short and filled with wishes for better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's short and you'll never read it, ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here's your letter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's sweet but it's got a taste of bitter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll never send it, it's not at all clever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's lacking the depth I see in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she said, "I'll give you a kiss and sing you a song,&lt;div&gt;anything you wish as long as you'll say nothing's wrong."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I got my kiss but so far no song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I can't honestly tell you that nothing's wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/757024797738483881-4143900632115977421?l=crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/feeds/4143900632115977421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=757024797738483881&amp;postID=4143900632115977421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/4143900632115977421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/757024797738483881/posts/default/4143900632115977421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashcourseindesperation.blogspot.com/2008/09/cheesy-mccheeserton.html' title='Cheesy McCheeserton (?)'/><author><name>Shaggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848936453643961302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GHnjIyKz6oc/SKnH11yDdpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/txSSOQLdP98/S220/DSC01928.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-757024797738483881.post-3520275056111671729</id><published>2008-09-07T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:50:49.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>car rides in cursive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these nights mean the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you're riding behind me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and avoiding all the smoke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we all know i've got problems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you still hang around and i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll be there when I fall down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so play that music like you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;play the one you know I like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we've got these shows to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and only so much time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before we leave the stage &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so play that last song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who would have thought&lt;div&gt;you'd have friends like this by your side?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the times get hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll figure out who's got the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and who's just there to take up light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who would have thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'd get friends like this helping through the night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you get lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;know i'll be there to help you pass the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you know we'll steal the spotlight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these car rides are written in cursive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;across our sleeves, next to the hearts we wear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like badges that remind us of the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;times we shared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the emperor's walking down the street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see how they all bow at his feet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's calling to the stars to watch them fall out of line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he's got them right where he needs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the only things in this world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that are worth holding on to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are the things we cherish most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from all the friends we hold so close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so hold on to them through the pain and all the noise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'll tell you once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they'll be there with you enjoying the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they'll be there when you've got the noose too tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who would have thought&lt;div&gt;you'd have friends like this by your side?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the times get hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll figure out who's got the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and who's just there to take up light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who would have thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'd get friends like this helping through the night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you get lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;know i'll be there to help you pass the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you know we'll steal the 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