Written on a church sign: You'll never get a busy signal on the prayer line to Heaven.
Written below it: Bullshit, they never answer.

Be good, or be good at it.

Inside her head may lay all the answers
For curing diseases from baldness to cancer
The salt of the earth && a real good dancer
But I really hate her,
I'll think of a reason later.

I'm not saying I'm battered && bruised,
But I might as well be with the words you used..

&& It's times like this
Where I just wanna look up at the sky
&& say, "thank you."

&& He's like an orgasm;
He gives me the feeling that I love,
But it doesn't last very long.

That is just so you
Coming back
When I've finally moved on
I'm already gone.

Never tell your problems to someone.
20% don't care
And 80% are glad you have them.

My thoughts locked away
My insides a mess,
I fail to feel
My beating chest.

Remember,
If you die,
I'll go to your grave..
And die right beside you.