i noticed i was tagged in the “six selfies” thing, and….

i’m just

i don’t even have six good ones, let alone favorites, and i don’t wanna plaster my face all over and no one really cares, so

i’ll take a rain check

dillinger four // sellthehousesellthecarsellthekidsfindsomeoneelseforgetiti’mnevercomingbackforgetit

I’ve lost more sleep than I can say
And blurred the lines between the days
Pour myself another cup
Put one out light another up
My mind’s stopped making any sense
I’ve lost track of the present tense
Don’t wanna leave, don’t wanna stay
I’d kill to bring back yesterday
Folded up and left for dead
The things I wish I would’ve said
The times I should’ve turned and run
But the damage was already done
And I dug myself a deeper hole
Raked myself over the coals
Reason brings redemption
But redemption won’t be mine

Suppressed my frustration
But it returned
Lost in the translation
I’m not concerned
Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em
'Cause we're never gonna learn
And dance upon the ashes of this world

Got hours more and miles to go
I feel the clock begin to slow
Play the hand that I was dealt
By the enemy that is myself
If I don’t get out from under this
I might never know what I fucking missed
I’m at the breaking point
But don’t know where to draw the line

Suppressed my frustration
But it returned
Lost in the translation
I’m not concerned
Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em
'Cause we're never gonna learn
And dance upon the ashes of this…

I’m ticking like a fucking bomb
Had the best of intentions
My resolve outlasts my apprehensions
Won’t be the first time
Not gonna be the last

I looked ahead through bleary eyes
And wondered what was left
Wondered will I pass the test
I’ve lost myself and found myself
And then I lost it all again

It comes down to me in the end
The more I know
The less I comprehend
It comes down to me in the end

  • Plays: 50
Reblogged from benfoldsdaily  133 notes

benfoldsdaily:

Ben Folds Five - Selfless, Cold, and Composed

I said what you wanted to hear
And what I wanted to say
So I will take it back
Are all the dishes intact
Let them be broken

It’s easy to be
Easy and free
When it doesn’t mean anything
You remain
Selfless, cold and composed

You’ve done me no
Favor to call and be nice
Telling me I
Can take anything I like
You don’t owe me to be so polite
You’ve done no wrong
You’ve done no wrong
Get out of my sight

It’s easy to be
Easy and free
When it doesn’t mean anything
To remain
Selfless, cold and composed

Come on baby
Now throw me a right to the chin
Don’t just stare like you never cared
I know you did
You just smiled
Like a bank teller
Blankly telling me, have a nice life

Come on baby
Throw me a right to the chin
Just one sign
That could show me that you give a shit
But you just smile politely
And I grow weaker and I …

Said what you wanted to hear
And what I wanted to say
So I will take it back

It’s easy to be
Easy and free
When it doesn’t mean anything
When it doesn’t mean anything
You can take anything
So selfless, cold and composed

  • Plays: 891
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lost-pilgrim:

Bad Religion - Beyond Electric Dreams

No one here can show you where it is, but I can point to a sign
On the roof of the world without apparent design,
The frozen definition of a lunatic ambition to rise.
The air is thin, the future dim, dimension hard to find.

Up on a mountain, encased in solar rays,
Beyond electric dreams of inarticulate passion plays,
Coming down a mountain, eons have a human ring,
The conversation of impassive planets intercepted by a human being.

Ratiocination is a practicable way to derive,
An attitude or altitude and probity by which to abide
Or maybe a theophany of flaming creosote in disguise.
The air is thin, the future dim, dimension undefined.

Up on a mountain, encased in solar rays,
Beyond electric dreams of inarticulate passion plays,
Coming down a mountain, eons have a human ring,
The conversation of impassive planets intercepted by a human being.

Here glaring cold in the crystalline
Geometry of night, obscuring
Form and tracing faceless fears of
Suprahuman immensity in a
Patch of sand or a raptor’s guileless
Shivering intensity, I’m only
A visitor, an atom of atoms on a jutting
Red spattered synagogue
Of granite as it crouches literally in
Space, a frozen amoral giant
Gazing heavenward forever.

Let’s go where the raptor goes, to the mountain in a cosmic glow,
We’ll have a genuine terrestrial show on a mountain - on a mountain.
Let’s scan the horizon clean for any trace of human schemes
And try to touch upon immortal themes on a mountain - on a mountain.

Up on a mountain, encased in solar rays,
Beyond electric dreams of inarticulate passion plays,
Coming down a mountain, eons have a human ring,
The conversation of impassive planets intercepted by a human being.

  • Plays: 139