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

She says she's no good with words but I'm worseBarely stuttered outA joke of a romantic stuck to my tongueAnd weighed down with words too overdramaticTonight it's "it cant get much worse" Vs. "no one should ever feel like.."I'm two quarters and a heart downAnd I don't want to forget how your voice soundsThese words are all I have so I write themI need them just to get byDance, DanceWe're falling apart to half timeDance, DanceAnd these are the lives you love to leadDance, this is the way they'd loveIf they knew how misery loved meYou always fold just before you're found outDrink up its last callLast resortBut only the first mistake and I...I'm two quarters and a heart downAnd I don't want to forget how your voice soundsThese words are all I have so I write themI need them just to get byWhy don't you show me a little bit of spineYou've been saving for his mattress, loveDance, DanceWe're falling apart to half timeDance, DanceAnd these are the lives you love to leadDance, this is the way they'd loveIf they knew how misery loved meWhy don't you show me a little bit of spineYou've been saving for his mattress (mattress, mattress)I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with meDance, DanceWe're falling apart to half timeDance, DanceAnd these are the lives you love to leadDance this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)Dance this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)Dance this is the way they'd loveIf they knew how misery loved meDance, DanceDance, DanceDance, DanceDance, Dance

I confess, I messed up Dropping "I'm sorry"'s like you're still around And I know you dressed up "Hey kid you'll never live this down" And you're just the girl all the boys want to dance with And I'm just the boy who's had too many chances I'm sleeping on your folk's porch again, dreaming She said, she said, she said, "Why don't you just drop dead?" I don't blame you for being you But you can't blame me for hating it So say what are you waiting for? Kiss her, kiss her I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late Write me off, give up on me 'Cause darling, what did you expect? I'm just off a lost cause A long shot, don't even take this bet You can make all the moves, you can aim all the spotlights Get all the sighs and the moans just right I'm sleeping on your folk's porch again, dreaming She said, she said, she said, "Why don't you just drop dead?" I don't blame you for being you But you can't blame me for hating it So say what are you waiting for? Kiss her, kiss her I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late Always on You said you'd keep me honest (Always on) But I won't call you on it I don't blame you for being you But you can't blame me for hating it So say what are you waiting for? Kiss her, kiss her I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late

Rat a tat tatRat a tat tat tat hey[Courtney Love]No thesis existed for burning cities down at such a rampant rateNo graphics and no fucking Powerpoint presentationSo they just DIY'd that shit and they built their own bombsShe's his suicide blond, she's number than goldAre you ready for another bad poem?One more off key anthemLet your teeth sink inRemember me as I was not as I amAnd I said "I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead,"I kept wishing she had blonde ambition and she'd let it go to my headRat a tat tatRat a tat tat tat heyIf my love is a weaponThere's no second guessing when I sayRat a tat tatRat a tat tat tat heyIf my heart is a grenadeYou pull the pin and say:We're all fighting growing oldWe're all fighting growing oldIn the hopesOf a few minutes moreTo get on St. Peter's listBut you need to lower your standardsCause it's neverGetting any better than this[Courtney Love]We are professional ashes of rosesThis kerosene's liveYou settled your scoreThis is where you come to beg, unborn and unshavenKilling fields of fire to a congress of ravensThis is what we do, baby, we nightmare youI'm about to make the sweat roll backwardsAnd your heart beat in reverseOur guts can't be reworkedAs alone as a little white churchIn the middle of the desert getting burnedBut I'll take your heart served up two waysI sing a bitter songI'm the lonelier version of youI just don't know where it went wrongRat a tat tatRat a tat tat tat heyIf my love is a weaponThere's no second guessing when I sayRat a tat tatRat a tat tat tat heyIf my heart is a grenadeYou pull the pin and say:We're all fighting growing oldWe're all fighting growing oldIn the hopesOf a few minutes moreTo get on St. Peter's listBut you need to lower your standardsCause it's neverGetting any better than thisRat a tat tatRat a tat tat tat heyIt's neverGetting any better than this[x4][Courtney Love]She's sick and she's wrongShe's young dirty blondeAnd you sink inside her like a suicide bombHe says "I've seen bigger"She says "I've lit better"And they throw the matches down into the glitterNot a dry eye left in the houseGo boy, go boy, run for your lifeGo boy, go boy, run for your lifeGo boy, go boy, run for your lifeWe're all fighting growing oldWe're all fighting growing oldIn the hopesOf a few minutes moreTo get on St. Peter's listBut you need to lower your standardsCause it's neverGetting any better than thisRat a tat tatRat a tat tat tat heyIt's neverGetting any better than this[x4]Are you ready for another bad poem?

Put on your war paintYou are a brick tied to me that's dragging me downStrike a match and I'll burn you to the groundWe are the jack-o-lanterns in JulySetting fire to the skyHere, here comes this rising tideSo come onPut on your war paintCross walks and crossed hearts and hope-to-diesSilver clouds with grey liningsSo we can take the world back from a heart attackOne maniac at a time we will take it backYou know time crawls on when you're waiting for the song to startSo dance alone to the beat of your heartHey young bloodDoesn't it feel like our time is running out?I'm gonna change you like a remixThen I'll raise you like a phoenixWearing our vintage miseryNo, I think it looked a little better on meI'm gonna change you like a remixThen I'll raise you like a phoenixBring home the boys and scrap scrap metal the tanksGet hitched, make a career out of robbing banksBecause the world is just a teller and we are wearing black masks"You broke our spirit," says the note we passSo we can take the world back from a heart attackOne maniac at a time we will take it backYou know time crawls on when you're waiting for the song to startSo dance alone to the beat of your heartHey young bloodDoesn't it feel like our time is running out?I'm gonna change you like a remixThen I'll raise you like a phoenixWearing our vintage miseryNo, I think it looked a little better on meI'm gonna change you like a remixThen I'll raise you like a phoenixPut on your war paint[x4]The war is wonBefore it's begunRelease the dovesSurrender love(Wave the white flag!)Hey young bloodDoesn't it feel like our time is running out?I'm gonna change you like a remixThen I'll raise you like a phoenixWearing our vintage miseryNo, I think it looked a little better on meI'm gonna change you like a remixThen I'll raise you like a phoenixHey young bloodDoesn't it feel like our time is running out?I'm gonna change you like a remixThen I'll raise you like a phoenixPut on your war paint

Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.B-B-B-Be careful making wishes in the dark, darkCan't be sure when they've hit their mark, markAnd besides in the mean, mean timeI'm just dreaming of tearing you apartI'm in the de-details with the devilSo now the world can never get me on my levelI just gotta get you out of the cageI'm a young lover's rageGonna need a spark to igniteMy songs know what you did in the darkSo light