here lies the destiny of two hurt souls
afraid to be cured again.i stood in the sweaty aisles of the crappy chain store, caught between
musica latina and hip hop, straining for a glimpse of the soundtrack of our relationship. it was too hot to dance, too hot to be excited. but it was all i needed at the time.
and if my destiny should outbest me then that's fine.
i make believe thrill and apathy co-exist in me fairly equallythe bus came three or four minutes late, but that didn't really matter much. you insisted upon stalling me, grabbing useless energy drinks. we got there at the perfect time, and we were lucky.
you're pulling out your teeth
and i'm the novocaine you pump in your cheekthat first hour or so was a bitch. the sun went down, the tempers rose, and the emo kids began to sob in disgust. ok, embellishment may not be all that necessary, but it's not too far from truth. we should have bum rushed the door, but it's okay. as long as we got in.
i think its funny you've been quiet for so long
when you're quiet no one proves you wrongsometimes taking cuts pays off. the only dissapointment in that first set was the lack of wiping out bassists and hot lead singer chick. they totally ripped that bassline off. fuck 311.
all failures and bad breaks just accept yourself
find something that brings you closer to completesecond set, pretty decent. sometimes it's just good just to beat the shit out of everyone around you. first time i've ever enjoyed screamo, and probably the last time. i think i gave that bitch a black eye.
it seems that when i ran away from my past
all my dignity, my faith, my pride got left backa dollar fifty for that fucking bottle of water. what a rip off. but that merch chick was hot, and she bummed me an extra dollar. guess it pays to tip!
i'll tell her what's been on my mind
all these sleepless nightsbayside was fucking amazing. i don't think i've had that much fun at a show in my life. they brought out every bit of stress, every speck of aggression, every pent up tear. things like that don't happen every day. that chick smelled like an airplane.
let's take this train for one last stop, i know
it's not the end, but it can't be that fari think that guy totalled my toe somewhere between dear your holiness and blame it on bad luck. that's ok--i couldn't feel it. i'm pretty sure that he felt my knee in his nuts, though.
and i know the spark inside your eyes
was just the match i used to set myself on fireanthony was kind of a douche, but zachary was a sweetheart. drummer dude (what the fuck was his name?) was a little weird, and smelled a touch like whiskey. it's all good. that guitar pick is BADASS. if i was a rock star, i'd have a quirky signature, like zach.
and i look so strong
when the weight of all the world
don't take its toll.
and i'd choose my sides
if i believed in what was right,
but i'm all wrongi fucking love bayside.
rock on, kids.