Hi im Nick

Calling All Cars

Mon, 05 Apr 2010 15:11:09 -0400

Calling all cars, we’ve got another victim. Cause my love has become an affliction. What did you expect from me? What did you expect from me? Im sorry but I think I failed to mention, that I lied at my very first Confession. What did you expect from me? What did you expect from me? Cause this has been building, since I have been breathing. And I know how it’s going to end. So will you scatter my ashes where they won’t be found? I gave you my word when I swore that I would let you down. (And now that I’m gone) Try to forget me and move along. Will you scatter my ashes where they won’t be found? I gave you my word and you hate me for it now. (But you knew all along) Try to forget me and move along.

Oh my dear what have I gone and done now? It’s getting cold, I’m about to take my last bow. What did you expect from me? What did you expect from me? Without giving away, the entire ending. I’ve ruined the evening again! So will you scatter my ashes where they won’t be found? I gave you my word when I swore that I would let you down. (And now that I’m gone) Try to forget me and move along. Will you scatter my ashes where they won’t be found? I gave you my word and you hate me for it now. (But you knew all along) Try to forget me and move along.

I don’t, have love left. Inside! Inside! And I don’t, have love left. Inside! Inside! Are you desperate for an answer? I don’t have an answer good left in me now! So before I bow. So will you scatter my ashes where they won’t be found? I gave you my word when I swore that I would let you down. (And now that I’m gone) Try to forget me and move along. Will you scatter my ashes where they won’t be found? I gave you my word and you hate me for it now. (But you knew all along) Try to forget me and move along.

I am not the one that you should blame. So take what I left you for the pain. I am not the one that you should blame. So take what I left you for the pain. Enter your past to forget my name.

Blackout

Sat, 27 Mar 2010 13:21:40 -0400

I just drove under the Lincoln sign. To where New Jersey meets the New York line. Through the tunnel, for the last time. With everything crumbling behind. I stood still until I felt the shakes, of two bodies that were parting ways. I hate to be the one to say, I know it hurts but its time to break. In, two pieces. The fault line’s not secure. A boat, or bridge, is needed to get back to her. I feel like I’m paralyzed, when I look at, the empty space left in my bed. (And think about all the things we did) At least I’m feeling more alive. But I still have, some old weight, I’ve got to shed. Before I find happiness. I make bones out of memories. And I plant pain instead of sturdy trees. I have got, to wash these old sheets. So I can fall asleep. There are times, there are times I reach for the phone. To tell you that there might still be some hope. Holding on, holding on to the slack of rope. But thats the whiskey talking so, I hope that you, can find some peace of mind. Can you survive without me? Cause I’d thought I’d be fine. Now I am slurring every single line. I feel like I’m paralyzed, when I look at, the empty space left in my bed. (And think about all the things we did) At least I’m feeling more alive. But I still have, some old weight, I’ve got to shed. I’ve got to move on before I can find happiness. This isnt fair, nobody taught me. (How to let go) Just forget and you’ll be set free. (The sorrow) What have I done? This isnt me. (I do not know) What is the point? What is the meaning? (I must let go) Now I’m struggling. I black out so I cant dream. But I still see you sneaking, through my weary head. I suffer from a drought, of medicine to dull self-doubt. I just wanna drown you out, with Southern poison. If I had a drink, for every Goddam time I think, about your pale skin dressed in pink. Then at least I could sleep. If I had a shot, for every Goddam time I thought, about your face and what I lost. Then at least I’d get some sleep, sleep, sleep. Then at least I’d get some sleep, sleep, sleep. Then at least I’d get some sleep.

Family Tradition

Sat, 27 Mar 2010 13:10:48 -0400

I tried to be the one that everybody loved. Where has that gotten me? I tear myself to shreds to prove that I’m someone. That I could never be. Now these unsightly marks define me. So help me, please someone come quick. I think I am losing it. Forgive me, I inherited this. From a stranger I’ll never miss. I’m sick. My father told me first-hand how to be set free. “Give up and run away.” I wish I could drain out his half of blood in me. But I’d still have his face. I curse reflections everyday. So help me, please someone come quick. I think I am losing it. Forgive me, I inherited this. From a stranger I’ll never miss. Here is my own family tradition. Following footsteps, into addiction. So is there a way, that I can find peace while still numbing my pain? Is this, my fate? Cause your only son, still cant seem to find his way. So help me, please someone come quick. I think I am losing it. Forgive me, I inherited this. From a stranger I’ll never miss. So father, where the hell are you now? I think that you would be proud. Your son who so unluckily, fell right next to the tree. I hope your proud of me. I hope your proud.

trueinsanity: Epic ~<3~ OMG its pokeman balls! lol

Sat, 27 Mar 2010 10:47:52 -0400

trueinsanity:

Epic ~<3~

OMG its pokeman balls! lol

Photo

Sat, 27 Mar 2010 10:46:52 -0400

Dave Miller. hahaha the shirt.

Pretty uhhhh colorful. lol

Photo

Sat, 27 Mar 2010 10:40:58 -0400

Let It Enfold You

Dave Miller

LOL?

Senses fail

Love the shirt

I was the chapstick in your purse, to keep you smooth. I was the finger in your throat, to keep you...

Sat, 27 Mar 2010 10:34:14 -0400

I was the chapstick in your purse, to keep you smooth. I was the finger in your throat, to keep you cute. My liver hates you for walking, out on us. My dreams are drowning in a pool of, our long lost love. I stole your perfume, to spray in my room. You will always be here. So much, for the past year. I pour it down the drain with all the alcohol and pain I got from your eyes, oh your eyes. I’m burning out my bedside and I’m rotting out my insides slowly. I was the hand that held your hair back, from your face. Now I must forget, the way you taste. I stole your perfume, to spray in my room. You will always be here. So much, for the past year. I pour it down the drain with all the alcohol and pain I got from your eyes, oh your eyes. I’m burning out my bedside and I’m rotting out my insides slowly. I love you so damn much, I’ll even start to pray. I’ll put my faith in all your bullshit if it means you’ll stay. I love you so damn much, I’ll even start to pray. I’ll put my faith in all your bullshit if it means you’ll stay! So much, for the past year. I pour it down the drain with all the alcohol and pain I got from your eyes, oh your eyes. I’m burning out my bedside and I’m rotting out my insides, I’m burning out my insides and I’m rotting out my insides! I love you so much, I started praying! I love you so much that I started praying! I love you so much, I started praying! I love you so much that I started praying!

So I’m done with all this pain that I’ve kept. Like a boxer who’s been knocked...

Sat, 27 Mar 2010 10:21:45 -0400

So I’m done with all this pain that I’ve kept. Like a boxer who’s been knocked down. And lost his step. The doctor said, “Im sorry son. You cant win, you cant win this one.” I’ve been fighting life on my knees. (Over and over) I’ve been standing on top of the ropes so I can see. So I’m sorry I’ve been such a mess. And I promise I will do my best. I purge my soul, of all this pain. Like cheap, like cheap champagne. I’ve been fighting life on my knees. (Over and over) I’ve been standing on top the ropes so I can see. I’ve been fighting life on my knees. (Over and over) I’ve been standing on top of the ropes. There’s one thing that I know. The day I lost my hope. I’ve been wasting so much time. So I am standing up. And I am screaming out. That there is love inside. Oh there is love! I’ve been fighting life on my knees. (Over and over) I’ve been standing on top the ropes so I can see. I’ve been fighting life on my knees. (Over and over) I’ve been standing on top of the ropes. And finally I am free to breath! I’m finally able to breath! I’m finally able to see. On top of the ropes!

I remember the day when, when I came to. And started thinking, that there’s more. Than just...

Sat, 27 Mar 2010 10:09:51 -0400

I remember the day when, when I came to. And started thinking, that there’s more. Than just perfect prom queens. And silver spoons. And all I ever wanted, was someone to knock me back to the bliss of ignorance. Cause I feel like running headfirst into traffic. And so I’m here to say, that thoughts in bed with pain. I wont forget the day that, that I found God. In a kitchen knife now, and on my arm. So paint the pale white floor with, with my red life. And tell myself this pain is, the pain I love. As I swallow the pills of happiness. And you watch me fall like New York in an earthquake. And so I’m here to say, that thoughts in bed with pain.

I stand outside, my pretty house. I light a match, to start the fire. I called the cops, to let ‘em know. It’s 22, Waltherly Ave. I thought, I wanted this. I thought, I wanted this. (I’M HERE TO SAY!) I said I wanted, some more attention! I thought I wanted, a story ending! ( I have the pain, I hate the pain but love!) I just cant win. (I have the pain, I hate the pain but love!) I think that the truth is I’m scared. I think that I’m just scared to live. I think that the truth is I’m scared. I think that the truth is I’m everything that I hate.

Im still held tight with my regrets…..There are some things I can never forgive myself...

Thu, 25 Mar 2010 19:55:05 -0400

Im still held tight with my regrets…..There are some things I can never forgive myself for…….. Why did i have to lose…….

Really good song

Thu, 25 Mar 2010 19:32:18 -0400

I take a shot of Jameson or Jack to start the morning off with old friends. I celebrate like its anniversary, of the day we first met. I’ve been praticing our eulogy. Separated all our things. I took my name off of the lease, I’m leaving. Cause dear, four years hurts less than five. (And its never a good time) I am sorry for all my crimes, and the wandering gaze of my unfaithful eyes. Now I wonder as I’m sliding under, the subtle control of the drink. If I have enough left in the bottle to say all the things, I’m thinking. I’ve been practicing my exit plan. Nervously checking time. I still dont know, how I’ll survive. Cause dear, four years hurts less than five. (And its never a good time) I am sorry for all my crimes, and the wandering gaze of my unfaithful eyes. Its clear, I am an awful mess. (I must get this off my chest) Soon the only thing I’ll have left, is your memory and promises never kept. When you came home I made you sit. My feet tap out a rythm as I draw breath in. To hurt the only one I’ve loved. This is so damn hard but I am giving up. The peson that you loved is dead! I drowned him out with the Jack and Jameson! So happy anniversary! The best gift I could think to give you was to set you free! Wake up! You’re sleeping! Wake up! You’re sleeping behind the wheel! Wake up! You’re sleeping! Wake up! You’re sleeping behind the wheel! Behind the wheel!