done with it. he can eat my shorts............no, really, sooooooo done. the thing is, he just isnt seeing what he's missing and well, fuck him for it. yeah, i told him we could be friends, and yeah i told him i was fine with it, and yeah i told him that it was cool if we talked about things that friends talk about ie; hooking up with sluts etc.........but i lied. i lied hard. i dont want to be friends with him. not because im not mature enough to deal with the fact that he doesnt want to be with me because he is 'afraid' not because i cant handle the fact that he used the word 'girlfriend' with me today referring to good ole sarah with the pretty eyes, not even because he dropped the 'i love you' bomb on me less than a week ago but followed it with days and days of talking about her to me......but because he's a hypocrit, a wanna be player who cant even play.......i was a member of a club a long time ago that seriously INVENTED the game of mind fuck. believe me, i learned from the best. you know, as i write this, i remember another little life lesson that ray taught me before he died. he went into rehab so that i could be number one to him. meaning it was my turn to not compete with drugs, or guitars, or lesbians or whores with pretty eyes and huge boobs, it really was, and he was going to make it happen... im going to hold out now for someone who can do that for me. i think i deserve to be a priority for someone, right? fuck this kid, really.....i can fuck with heads better than most people.....but i choose not to. this cat doesnt even know the rules of the game...he gives me all of this shit about how he 'doesnt want to be attached' and that im the 'most amazing girl he's ever been with' and its all fucking bullshit....he wants to be his best friend jimi....jimi is a man whore, he refers to HIMSELF as a man whore, and he's damn good at it....he's got a different girl on his arm every time i see him...and these chicks are cool with it, they are aware of whats going on....with josh, he broke the number one rule of the game---he fell in love with the girl. now im done with it, ......and then what? he will have racked up another one in the L column for boys who dont get it.
he read every issue of punk planet with a tissue
bad reviews of his favorite band made him cry
and he could hardly believe that jawbreaker signed to dgc
he took it personally that blake had lied when all that he loved was thru
whats an emo boy to do
with a broken heart and some minor chords?
inspiration lame on the floor he was just barely sixteen when he started his fanzine he could lay his broken heart out on the page
and it got real inspiring when people started writing in
he was not alone
he was not alone
when all his work was done he put
on side one
boxcar sang him to sleep
locked away in an emo dream
one foggy night at the bottom of the hill
front and center for jets to brazil
emo boy met emo girl
barrettes in her hair and buddy holly glasses and laminated passes
they left the club and went back to his house and fooled around to the new
record from modest mouse
(diesel boy)
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