Kill The Toaster

I want to be your love
I want to make you cry
And sweep you off your feet

I want to hurt your pride
I want to slap your face
I want to paint your nails
I want to make you scream
I want to braid your hair
I want to kiss your friends
I want to make you laugh
I want to dress the same
I want to defend you
I want to squeeze your thighs
I want to kiss your eyelids
And corrupt your dreams

I want to crash your car
I want to scratch your cheeks
I want to make you sick
I want to sell you out
Want to expose your flaws

I want to steal your things
I want to show you off
I want to tell you lies
I want to write you books
I want to turn you on
I want to make you come
200 times a day

I want to dry your tears
Every time you're sad
I want to be what's happening
I want to be your only friend
I only go all the way

This time I'm not pretending
I can't take the trash
Your trashy friends are catching onto us
They got like fifty personalities
Oh girl, that's so messed up
You see that sculpture on the hill
That's where she cleared me out
Forever
They're monitoring my self conscious massacres, I know
Bringing it closer to the surface so it's easily pervertable

There was a child who was born to be the one who comforts me
Who grew up strong and brave and holy, loves me rough and tenderly
Can it be understood the reasons why you belong to me?

I need the steady of you and I'd give you anything
That I could cut with sweet precision from beneath my tender skin
There is a way, there is a way that you can save me from this

Would you promise to be kind?
Promise to be kind

The wind is ever faithful and it carves a solemn sword
Right through the hearts of the ungrateful who are always wanting more
There is a way, there is a way that you can help me

With the ramparts built so high
All the soldiers stuck inside
But this will fall away with time
If you promise to be kind
Promise to be kind
Promise to be kind

How can i ever apologize? I meant you no such harm
I never knew i could possess that fatal kind of charm
I just wanted to be good to you but i found i was disarmed
By a lifetime of disillusionment and the distraction of the stars
I abdicated now i'm just a prince without a land
My subjects all adore me but for this i had them banned
Now could i trade my guilt for a good flogging by your hand?
And hey i'm sorry 'bout so much baby but i know you'll understand
I'm sorry 'bout so much baby but i know you'll understand

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I wish I knew how to quit you.

He put a note in my pocket, said “be good to yourself” and that was all
Life being what it is
We all dream of revenge
Open your eyes for a second
Just to roll them at me

I stared straight into the sun
Something to concentrate on

And if you turn it on you’d find
I’ve written you a thousand times
You would do anything
You’d give up anything for
God knows why

I just can’t stay till your gone
Won’t wish you well
Won’t see you off
Won’t try to call if I see you in my mind ill say to you it’s not your fault

You said I’ll see you in September
But that’s not long enough for me
You put a note in my pocket
So that it would take care of me
But that was all

You don't know him.
No one really does, as of lately.
He doesn't even know himself.
He is a very confused individual, and as
his day of birth approaches he is questioning
the stability of his life.

Confusion has taken this poor souls brain.
He wonders who would be the judge?

Is it time to grow up yet.
Will these feet every stop shaking?

To many thoughts.

[to be continued]

Its the ideas of space and time that keep me going.

-Johnathan Sanchez