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Nothing On My Back

Was happiness a fad?
Or was it in the lost and found again behind the issues
It might not be so bad
Weíre all addicted to our tragedy
I guess itís what it had to be

With nothing on my back
Itís still  enough to bring me down
My mindís about to crack
Cause what I thought could not be found
Matter of in fact
Itís harder still when youíre around
With nothing on my back
I canít help but drown

I might as well belong to both of you
And the mess you always seem to drag me through
That night forever always haunting me
But I guess itís is what itís supposed to be
But spare your thoughts of sympathy

Fat Lip

Storming through the party like my name was El Nino
When Iím handgun out drinking in the back of an El Camino
As a kid,
I was a skid and no one knew me by name
I trashed my own house party cause nobody came

I know Iím not the one you thought you knew back in high school
Never going
Ever showing up when we had to
Is it attention that we crave 
Donít tell us to behave
Iím sick of hearing act your age

I donít want to waste my time
And become a casualty of society
Iíll never fall in line
Become a victim of your conformity
And back down

Because you donít
Know us at all we laugh when old people fall.
But what would u expect with a conscience so small
Heavy metal and mullets
Itís how we were raised
Maiden and Priest were the gods that we praised

Cause we like having fun at other peopleís expense and
Cutting people down is just a minor offence then
Itís none of your concern
I guess Iíll never learn
Iím sick of being told to wait my turn

Donít count on me, to let you know when
Donít count on me, Iíll do it again
Donít count on me, itís the point youíre missing
Donít count on me, cause Iím not listening

Well Iím a no-goodnick lower middle class brat,
Back packed and I donít give a shit about nothing
You be standing on the comer talking and all that kufuffin
But you donít make sense from all the gas you be huffing
Then if the egg donít stain youíll be ringing off the hook
Youíre on the hit list wanted in the telephone book
I like songs with distortion to drink in proportion
The doctor said my mom should have had an abortion

Waste my time with them
Casualty of society
Waste my time again
Victim of your conformity 
And back down


Mad in a way but I donít say
Itís what youíre used to
I got the words but I canít convey
I know youíll turn it all around
Cause thatís the rhythms that you go through
Get it back and youíre not obliged to say
Not intact but youíre better off anyway
Somehow itís never up to me
What if I would say?
Simple words I canít relate
I donít place upon your view
Itís the rhythms that you go through

I know what I want
You just take me through the motions
I know what I want
And thatís more than you can say

Since you found me out.

Your story still remains
Itís so unlike still you stay the same
And all the while youíre counting on your day to come
But nothing ever told
You would say that itís only for a day
Yesterdayís last week tomorrowís on its way
And Iím falling faster all the time
What if I would say?
Simple words I canít relate
What came easy is now too late
And it was always standing right in front of me

All the time you thought worth saving
You still end up with memories fading
After all that you wouldnít do
It makes no sense
But itís that rhythms that you go through


Whatís the difference of never knowing at all?
When every step I take is always too small
Maybe itís just something I canít admit but lately
I feel like I donít give a shit

Motivation such an aggravation
Accusations, donít know how to take them
Inspirationís getting hard to fake it
Concentrationís never hard to brake it
Situation never what you want it to be

Whatís the point of never making mistakes?
Self-indulgence is such a hard habit to brake
Itís all just a waste of time in the end
I donít care so why should I even pretend?

Nothingís new
Everythingís the same
It keeps on dragging me down
Its getting kind of lame
Iím falling further behind
Thereís nothing to explain
No matter what you say
Nothingís gonna change my mind

Canít pretend on doubt until the end
It seems like leaving friends has become this years trend and though I canít pretend
Itís not the same but whoís to blame
For all those stupid things I never said

Never what you want it to be

Never Wake Up

Blah blah blah blah
I feel like never waking up
Blah blah blah

In Too Deep

The faster weíre falling
Weíre stopping and stalling
Weíre running in circles again
Just as things were looking up
You said it wasnít good enough
But still weíre trying one more time

Maybe weíre just trying to hard
When really itís closer than it is too far

Cause Iím in too deep, and Iím trying to keep
Up above in my head, instead of going under

Seems like each time
Iím with you I lose my mind
Because Iím bending over backwards to relate
Itís one thing to complain
But when youíre driving me insane
Then I think itís time that we took a break

I canít sit back and wonder why
It took so long for this to die
And I hate it when you fake it
You canít hide it you might as well embrace it
So believe me its not easy
It seems that somethingís telling me


Itís far beyond your reach
It holds a place in time
Somewhere ahead is the back of the line
I canít relate to your mistakes
Awkwardly speaking with nothing to say

Caught up in your life, excuses are so lame
You may be different but Iím still the same
The reasons that you thought
The intention that you caught
You say things are simple we both know theyíre not
You canít let it go

You canít but I know
Whoa whoa you donít even know
Itís not in what you do, more in what you say

A million questions asked the remnants of the past
Youíve always been denied
But always by your side
Iíve always tried to
To understand you
The worlds not learning from you
Whoa. Whoa.

Handle This

You said it once before
You donít do those things you used to anymore
You say in doubt
Were fading out
Forgetting who we used to be

Cause I will bring you down
I donít want to miss
I donít think you can handle this
Youíve lost what you canít find
Itís never what you had in mind

You take it with a smile
Itís so easy when youíre always in denial
Just in time but out of line
I canít make all the same mistakes you want me to

Your giving up you know itís not what you need
And itsí true what youíre going through
Try so hard and not listen to everything I never say

Iím getting over getting used to
And after all that I put you through now I see Iím not the only one

I never thought itíd ever come to
This in fact was never what you wanted from me
Or how you meant it to be

Crazy Amanda Bunk Face

Donít know what youíve really got
Its hard to stay and not pretend
You canít make sense in what youíve thought
It seems I canít comprehend
Well Iím happy to be
Only all that you see
And Iím not one to learn to be the same

I donít wanna hear you bitch no more
I was better off a year before
No matter how I try I canít ignore
But every time I think my brain gets sore
When Iím with you

Whatís so hard about good-byes?
Iím sorry Iím just not as keen
On planning out our perfect lives
When Iím only 19
Cause Iím happy to be only all that you see
And Iím not one to learn to be the same

I donít wanna try and jut be friends
Nothingís change my mind again
If ever there were thoughts I had theyíre dead
I canít even think inside my head
When Iím with you

Iím on my way
Canít you see thatís the truth
So long
I canít stay
canít you see thatís the truth
See thatís the, see thatís theÖ

Last that I can take
Because itís getting really hard to fake
Its not like itís my problem that youíre late
Why canít you just pare the lies I hate?
When Iím with you

Pain Or Pleasure

The seas have parted
The endings started
The sky has turned to black
A killing spree through eternity
The devil stabs you in the back
Itís midnight now you must escape somehow
Torture is his leisure
donít try to hide heíll make you subside
As he exchanges pain for pleasure

Pain for pleasure
Heís the hunter youíre the game
Pain for pleasure
Satan is his name!

All Sheís Got

This place reminds me of
A time thatís way to old
These thoughts have gathered up the memories unfold
But for now I donít see whatís so wrong with pretending
Itís true I thought you knew

Believe her, itís all sheís got to pass the time
Believe her, itís over now sheís passed her prime
Believe her, itís all sheís go to keep things right
Believe her itís all sheís got itís all sheís got

These days keep getting worse Iím wasting all my time
I thought Iíd come in first
Instead I fell behind
I donít know
I donít know if I can keep this up too long
It seems most every time my motives are all wrong
But for now I donít see whatís so wrong with my pretending
Itís true I thought you knew

Heart Attack

Remember when there was nothing else to do,
But lie and  bed and
Wonder how it was always up to you
And no one else and
Early mornings
Made by warnings
Whatís the point of the alarm that Iím ignoring?
Itís either raining
Iím not complaining
But waking up is hard to do so

Turn my head is back to bed with no delay
Canít be bothered by the phone ten times a day
Why get up my morning doesnít even start till two?
Forget reality waking up is hard to do.

Remember when we would hang out every day
And we would rather
Not be told what to do or what to say
Cause nothing mattered
Never boring with slept in mornings
Not ashamed of bad habits that Iím forming
Itís not important if days are shortened
I canít make time when nothingís new
Cause waking up is hard to do so

Whatís a day when it all ends up the same and lasts forever?
Canít complain when thereís nothing there to blame
And things canít be better
Summer evenings teenage grieving
Got no problem with the life that Iíve been leading
No concentration on hesitation
I canít make time when nothingís new
Cause waking up is hard to do so

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