Untitled by Blink 182

I think of awhile ago
We might have had it all
I was so stupid then
You needed time to grow

But now just as things change
As well my feelings do
In time things rearrange
I am so sick of chasing you

But what do I get 'cause I just seem to lose
You make me regret those times I spent with you
And playing those games as I wait for your call
And now I give up, so goodbye and so long

It's not a change of pace
This time I'll get it right
It's not a change of taste
I was the one there last night

You have your other friends
They were there when you cried
Didn't mean to hurt you then
Best friends just won't leave your side

But what do I get 'cause I just seem to lose
You make me regret those times I spent with you
And playing those games as I wait for your call
And now I give up, so goodbye and so long

It's not a change of pace
This time I'll get it right
It's not a change of taste
I was the one there last night

When I needed you most
When I needed a friend
You let me down now
Like I let you down then

So sorry, it's over

Me and Mia - Ted Leo & the Pharmacists

Fighting for the smallest goal, to gain a little self-control
Won't anybody here just let you disappear?
Not doctors, nor your mom and dad
But me and Mia, Ann and Ana know how hard you try
Don't you see it in my eyes?
Sick to death of my dependence, fighting food to find transcendence
Fighting to survive, more dead but more alive
Cigarettes and speed for livin', and sleeping pills to feel forgiven
All that you contrive, and all that you're deprived
All the bourgeois social angels telling you you've got to change
Don't have any idea, they'll never see so clear
But don't forget what it really means to hunger strike
When you don't really need to
Some are dying for a cause, but that don't make it yours

This Godless Endeavor - Nevermore

And on the open road we came to a sign
For it was foretold that the weak would inherit
And nothing would change
Here we are at the crossroads, standing face to back
Still afraid to see our eyes
I feel helpless and alone, trapped on the third stone

Sitting here sideways on a cold stone floor
My guitar gently bleeding and wanting more
When I heard a sound come rapping, tapping on my door

Hello, I’m happy to meet you
In your confidence is it safe?
Sit down I’m happy to greet you
To feed your greedy dog at the edge of the stage?
But before, before you slam the door
Tell me when, tell me why, tell me what this f..king life is for
We fly through this godless endeavor
We try to explain the black forever

I feel helpless and alone, trapped on the third stone

I feel permanently stoned, this godless endeavor the only cage I’ve known

Our organic equation has shown it’s flaw
Can we agree to disagree on the concept of god?
As I lifted up my brother he said to me
“Abandon naive realism, surrender thought in cold precision”

I feel empty and deranged, denied one last epiphany and ushered from the stage

Thou shalt not question, the role of science is not to eliminate god
As alternative gods multiply science stands accused of theocide
Consume, conform

The children sitting in the trees, they turn to laugh at me
They tell me that I’m insane, but in my mind I know I’m to blame
Alone within my lunacy, dementia fills the void within me
No testament, prayer or diseased lament can heal my wounds
They are so discontent

All the faithful fall onto their knees
And praise the priests of industrial disease

We contemplate oblivion as we resonate our dissonance
In godless random interpretation
The universe still expands, mankind still can’t understand
How to define you, so hide your face and watch us exterminate ourselves over you
Welcome to the end my friend, the sky has opened

What's It Feel Like To Be A Ghost? - Taking Back Sunday

What's it feel like to be a ghost?
Louder now, louder now
So what's it feel like to be a ghost? Ahh
Are you up for, are you up for this?
Well, are you up for, are you up for…
Are you up for, are you up for this?
Well, are you up for, are you up for…

This is quick but not quite painless
It sits perched on your arm
Tacky and irrelevant, so what?
A permanent reminder that I'm crushed
I'll start it
Well, start it up nightly
Drag you out into the streets
Before you buckle at your knees, buckle

Originally Posted by The Colostomizer What's It Feel Like To Be A Ghost? - Taking Back Sunday What's it feel like to be a ghost? Louder now, louder now So what's it feel like to be a ghost? Ahh Are you up for, are you up for this? Well, are you up for, are you up for… Are you up for, are you up for this? Well, are you up for, are you up for… This is quick but not quite painless It sits perched on your arm Tacky and irrelevant, so what? A permanent reminder that I'm crushed I'll start it Well, start it up nightly Drag you out into the streets Before you buckle at your knees, buckle Anybody else got the new Taking Back Sunday? I'm really digging it.

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Originally Posted by Rebal771 NO, MOTHER f..kER!!! QUIT RUINING IT UNTIL I BUY/HEAR IT TOMORROW!!! *Closes eyes* I'm not reading... I'm not reading this.