Saturday, January 30, 2010

Thank you ghosts.

I have to write this down in at least three different places, because I don't want to forget it. Post-it notes aren't reliable. It's a silly love song.

[You]

You don't even know me
You don't even want me
You don't even talk to me
You're the only one I want

You I need
I need you to breathe
You I like
But you don't like me.
You I wish
You would date me
But you dream of cuter girls than me
(I'm not good enough for you)

You don't even notice me
You don't even think of me
You always ignore me
You're the only one I want

You I'd kiss
You I'd hold asleep
You inspire every part of me
You I write all these words about
But you want nicer girls than me
(I'm not good enough for you)

You don't even need me
You don't even hear me
You don't even look at me
You're the only one I want

You make me
Forget how to speak.
When I dream
You are with me.
I never ever get to sleep
But you think of better girls than me

/end

Dear ghosts

Dear Ghosts,
I'm trying to write some new songs.
It's frustrating. I think my singing and writing parts are rusty.

Song 1: [You]
You don't even know me
You don't even want me
You don't even talk to me
But you, you're the only one I want

You you're the one..

Song 2: [Untitled]
Sometimes I read too many articles
About fear, poverty and homosexuals
And I wonder if it makes a difference

Authors who like to use sixty word sentences
Commas and titles I don't even understand.
And I wonder what were they thinking

Your help would be appreciated.
Sincerely,
your friend

Friday, January 29, 2010

Boys bathrooms


I snuck into the boy's bathroom last night.

It smelt like urine and shit.
I read the scribbled writings
About God and sex

They are obsessed with penises
And being faggots

I wonder what it would have been like to be a boy.
Would I have fit in better there, than I do here?