I like simple songs with pretty words
I tried poetry, but it's just no good
the pages get lost, besides I'd much rather sing to you
I love living life with you by my side
you're a smart kid with a beautiful smile
and oh god those technicolor eyes

Maybe i'm hurting, sick, and stoned.
crawling on the floor, broken, alone.
maybe i'm pathetic, but this is what i do.
maybe i'm stupid, but at least i'm not you.

Look at the stars.
Same stars as last week.
Last year. When we were kids.
When we weren't even born.
In a hundred years, no one
will ever know who we were,
but they'll know those same stars.

What the hell will it say upon my grave?
"Here lies that son of a biitch, not rich
or famous, ignoramous."

Vodka under my bed, cigarettes in my purse
pills in the bathroom cabnit, now send me to my room,
and ill be seeing you much later.

Just remember,
when you're at his house undressing,
you're just another girl about to learn a lesson.

'Cause they chose you
As the model
For their empty little dreams.
With your new head
And your legs spread
Like a filthy magazine.
And they hunt you
And they gut you
And you give in.
*Say Anything

I never gave a damn about anyone besides you
you never gave a damn that im the only one beside you
so take a long hard look at your empty room,
and try to figure out, how I can still stand here.

You're so good at lying, it could be your degree.
Then you could minor in messing with me.
I give you a thousand reasons why,
and you give me the excuse that it's not worth your time.

Miss you most in the morning.
When a day without you has just begun.
And all the simple things do nothing.
They help the stars chase away the sun.