A couple of favorite songs... by Dezyrae Mitchell (portable ebook reader .txt) 📕

Look! he drank straight from the faucet! HOLY SHIT HE'S FUCKIN' LOST IT! We only enjoy fine sparkling water! FED SOMETHING ADHESIVE TO YOUR DAUGHTER! [x2]

Called me old-fashioned, but I think trains kick ass! I don't need hot wheels to get to class! What the hell is wrong with him!? HIS HIS HAIRS SO LONG IT NEEDS A TRIM! I heard he packs a lot in those bloomers, IT'S PROBABLY TRUE LIKE ALL THE OTHER RUMORS!

You think you're modern, But that taste won't last (It just won't last) And everything you own, Will be (Will be)... The fucking past. (the fucking past) Cynicism save me. Turn me around and march me back up the sidewalk to my door. Take me back inside and throw my trench-coat on the floor.

Lead me back into my bedroom, And make me put my cloths back on. Grab the Mag-Lite, get the grappling hook, Lets find the bottom of this cave and close the book! The salt on my lips is an enzyme, That metabolizes reality, To fuel these dirty delusions! You're leading me to these CONCLUSIONS! The organs exploding, IN MY TORSO! Like a series of city blocks, Giving in to a nuclear blast.

And now my pressure relief valve is activated; Maybe I should stop holding my breath. I'll prove it, come sit next to me. Tell me what you do at work; You half-hearted intimacy. We'll be like gay actors, Over and out. Having the kind of sex sacrificial virgins, Fantasize about.

But if I knew your name it would have to be for charity! JUST TRY ME! TEST ME! RELEASE ME! Cynicism reassure me that, If we only had less clothing and better light. It would all just be an embarrassing misunderstanding. The sudden silences, aren't the crash, Where lips should be. If this were a contract I wouldn't sign

Have you ever heard a thunder bolt voice your name?Lets all just reach our hands into the dark,And feel what reaches back!

I stopped subscribing to you a long time ago, But I still see you, every fucking month! Don't get the octopus upset,It may eat itself! If only we could grow back our privileges.Tunnel vision (If only I could touch your face again, again!) I am not sleeping; I'm only resting my eyes, I'm only resting my eyes!

I didn't think that air could scream in resistance,Until you, approached me protesting your advancement,Don't walk any closer, don't you dare, walk any closer! I forgot who you were..."game over" A dinner party, a last chance, A love song, a bear dance.

Raising tension on your rhythmic pounding, I knew you were scared!  Didn't think that I would play dead. Next time come to class fully prepared. Reply to my lines like we practiced earlier today. Oh c'mon don't be shy! They'll applause to anything you have to say!I spy, you spy! with my little eye That the desert you've deserted is a little dry.

Drinking all the moisture from the air,I am so dry... Let me get a sip of what youWant me to say! I am so thirsty![x4]Dragging the moisture from the air.I am so dry...

What the fuck? Are we playing? Periodic reverberations of our gaseous medium! Yes, I like sequences and repetitions, But where the hell did you come from? Auditory communication incorporated by, These danfangled contraptions. But I hope we aren't talking about your pointless bitching, If I had a rocket launcher!

No wait!Breathe still! Calm down! This is not what this is about! Is it capable of being copied, To another individuals memory? Will they tell it to others? Is this noise suppose to be a secret? A secret!? I want the meaning you asshole!

Real evolutionary, evidentiary backup! Real evolutionary, evidentiary backup! Float the thesis. Provide antitheses. Reach syntheses.[x2]

Will they sing it to others? Create! Cognize! And recognize![x4] If music was my mistress, I'd have a reason to sing. No my darling if music was a woman,You'd just be a fling. [x3]

I'm so iconoclastic; I'M CLASTIC! I only want you to think I'm fantastic. I'll participate in what you believe, IF YOU GIVE ME THE ATTENTION! Yeah, yeah thats the only compensation I want to be included in your conversation.

So am I "in" or am I "out" WHAT IS THERE TO THINK ABOUT!?

 What is that paint brush for? Are you preparing to draw me ?No wait, please don't! i am scared, Of what I'll see... I'm not a perfect picture portrait ,But i am working on it! I've been thinking about being cool, I must have to admit! Blame it on the corporate skyscrapers in the clouds, But if it wasn't for you, We wouldn't have all these multiple crowds. 

How am I suppose to choose, which one I belong to? I think I'll perpetuate a pre-existing runway, I guess it is all of the shit almost as cool as creating a fresh New elaboration yourself.

It's a marker! IT'S A SIGN! It's something we define! It already exists, BUT YOU HELPED REFINE! An emblem for all your aesthetic kin, TO RECOGNIZE YOU BY! Blame it on the corporate skyscrapers in the clouds, But if it wasn't for you, We wouldn't have all these multiple crowds. How am I suppose to choose, which one I belong to? Obscenity is a crutch for traffic drivers.If you need to use the restroom just ask politely. I like the way I do it, better then the way your not. Lifting up the toilet seat was the way I was taught. [x2]

It has to be a unanimous determination. Because one opinion would be a pointless appreciation.YEAH, SURE THANKS FOR THE INVITATION! DON'T WANT TO BE INCLUDED IN YOUR CONVERSATION...IT'S TO LATE! WE'VE OVER THROWN I TOOK ALL YOUR FRIENDS, AND YOUR ALL ALONE.

Blame it on the corporate skyscrapers in the clouds, But if it wasn't for you, We wouldn't have all these multiple crowds. How am I suppose to choose, which one I belong to?

Am I more than you bargained for yet I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear Cause that's just who I am this week Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum I'm just a notch in your bedpost But you're just a line in a song (A notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song) Drop a heart, break a name We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team We're going down, down in an earlier round And Sugar, we're going down swinging I'll be your number one with a bullet A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it We're going down, down in an earlier round And Sugar, we're going down swinging I'll be your number one with a bullet A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it Is this more than you bargained for yet Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet Wishing to be the friction in your jeans Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him I'm just a notch in your bedpost But you're just a line in a song (Notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song) Drop a heart, break a name We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team We're going down, down in an earlier round And Sugar, we're going down swinging I'll be your number one with a bullet A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it [x2] Down, down in an earlier round And Sugar, we're going down swinging I'll be your number one with a bullet A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it We're going down, down in an earlier round And Sugar, we're going down swinging I'll be your number one with a bullet A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it We're going down, down (down, down) Down, down (down, down) We're going down, down (down, down) A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it We're going down, down in an earlier round And Sugar, we're going down swinging I'll be your number one with a bullet A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it