Bury Me with Your ReasonsMaybe I'm crazyto think I could be loved.All the time wasted searchingbeing pushed and shoved.Just a race for others, all about the funexcept for me it's aboutsurvival and a loaded gun.Twisted self induced torturethat goes on for days,lonliness to que the music.What they've saidplays,"You're too fat,you're too white.I'm too shallow,it doesn't feel right.You're like a brother,just another guy,maybe in the future.."Maybe's just a lie."You're too much drama,it's all about the karma.It's your crazy mama, besidesyou'll find another girl."Screwed up promise"You're a little on the short endjust being honest.I just like flirting sowhy do you have ruin it?I need youlike I need a kleenex.I'm sure that's okay,blow you offand throw you away.I think I like youso why do you love me,and I crush on other guysso I guess you're crazy"...Yeah I guess I'm just crazy.
Adorned with RegretAllow me a moment to be Frank..fine.. fine.. you can be Bob.I was at the movies tonight, happy as a lark,lost in my latest cinematic fix and all the while laughter from behinddrew my attention. It was obnoxiously loud yes, but real.Heartfelt laughter. As the movie wore on though, I sensed something more.Tried to make out her face but it was too dark. Hair covering half of it,very short emo style in nature. She sat alone. Laughed alone.Loud enough so that she felt like she was with the rest of us.With her bestfriends watching a movie.The preppy girls a few chairs down from her looking at her like a lost little lunatic. There was a pang of sympathy for her in the micro story i concocted without real basis.In time it abated. The movie ended.And I turned to my friend to discuss the film, getting my nerd on.In the background of my discussion I heard her talking aloud to herself.Softly. The very things I was speaking about, her eyes shyly glancing at meas if pleading for me to