there is a light at the end of the tunnel, unless...

i slept like a baby, so no, i didn't sleep.

we roll up windows in the rain, my eyes keep closing/ there is nothing to explain, but still I'm supposing/ you'll keep on talking till your mouth goes dry...

Sometimes you just need a little help from a small, blue friend. No, not a Smurf. The other small blue friend. ... ...No, not a Nac Mac Feegle either. To the tune of Maroon 5's "Moves Like Jagger."

i need yours. t for language.

COD: blunt force trauma by knife in the back.

yes, that's a lovely wall behind me.

"Last Friday night I tweeted a picture of myself…" Anthony Weiner explains with the help of Katy Perry.

thumping under my skin.

can I put a bullet in you?

Harry doesnt understand why Edward gets so much attention. To the tune of Cee Lo Green's "Forget You".

If I haven’t already lost it, Im losing it.

Stare at the photographs and suddenly the smiles seem so fake/Flip through the pictures that he’s taken always making this mistake/Every couple that he’s chosen, scripted, made up, told to pose and/Don’t they make a sweet commotion?... You can walk away

Maybe I’m supposed to care when I hear my ex is dead/But instead I’m writing weird hate songs and going back to bed///

I cant stand you and you hate me/And it’s off and on repeatedly/Apologies belated/I watched; she instigated and/She was cute, sure/Absolutely true/But here’s a fact you can’t work through/She’s elite and pretty sweet/But she cant drive you crazy like I do

Tap tap thump stagger/Little legs start a swagger/All their own...

Response to '140 Characters' by Aeternus Temporal. She said, "How meaningful can something be in 140 characters?" You tell me.

Bella, Bella, Bella, yeah/ yeah yeah /Edward and Bella...

Kelsey’s producer lives in his mother’s basement/ Her singles on the radio thanks to product placement/ She doesn’t wear any makeup but she’s got a scene to shakeup/ Her parents don’t believe her but soon they’re gonna wake up...

Her name was Sara Green/ She was a drama queen/ She wanted everything/ Handed on a silver platter...

The skin of her face is creased in odd places The picture in the dictionary listing of decay is An understated her. What I’m trying to say is Old age friggin’ scares me.

Feels like its been an hour of me waiting in this spot/ And watching cars go by like melting butter/ Lips forming silent prayer because Im really not/ Patient at all. Here’s what I mutter.

A little more plastic, a little less skin, one more operation and she'll be a mannequin.

Even God can’t keep the two together if Adam goes and screws it up.

The guilty sting- unpleasant thing- that makes her do the deed...