Hire a Dream and Call Me Yours (St-St-Stutter Something Profound)

Make these words mean something, baby

Make me mean something

Make your words spin around

In lovely lacey patterns around my tired head

Give me a reason to adore you

Build yourself up, buttercup

In these thirsty eyes of mine

I’m

Dried up

in the valley of cliché

And you’re just so cool

Baby, give me something

To believe

Give me something to love

Fill me up with some lies

Some hate

Some resonance

Some pathetic excuse for this beauty

Make me believe you

Make me

F.

A.

L.

L.

For.

It.

Ooh, you’re so good at this

When I’m so delusional

K, so the story behind this is that a friend of mine who is really into Pete Wentz gave me the link to his journal the other night and I was so tired and really over the style of his writing because suddenly its everywhere and so overdone and almost annoying. And this is kind of what came to mind as I scanned it. It's supposed to have an air of being a little out of it while somewhat provocative and mocking. Don't get me wrong, I love FOB. Pete's a pretty good lyricist and a pioneer in his style, but it's just so overdone nowadays.