Sew Me Up

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These days are trying, Trying to put us in our place. When all your friends become foes and you're all alone, Wonder 'where did everybody else go?'

Northcote (Counting Down The Days)

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Millencolin (No Cigar) #SewMeUp #quotes #music

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The Menzingers (In Remission) #SeeMeUp #music #quotes

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Against Me! (Bamboo Bones) #SeeMeUp #music #quotes

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If they say Who cares if one more light goes out? In a sky of a million stars It flickers, flickers Who cares when someone's time runs out? If a moment is all we are We're quicker, quicker Who cares if one more light goes out? Well I do

Linkin Park (One More Light)

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I wanna get drunk, with the punks, And do a bump, with the King I wanna creep down the hall, and go to bed with the Queen. And when they come for my head, well I'll be somewhere at sea. Singing loud, singing proud It's good to be free

Mikey Mike (Doin’ Me)

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Sunk like a stone But you’ll never now The catalyst Was your poisoned kiss It took me down I hit the ground And now I know I’m better off alone

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Where are we gonna go now that our twenties are over? Everyone's asking me over and over The decade taken hostage by my own guilty conscience When you gonna quit this nonsense? Everyone's asking me over and over But I don't mind telling lies

The Menzingers (Tellin’ Lies)

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Some nights the painkillers make the pain even worse.

The Hold Steady (Chips Ahoy)

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I once was drunk on you So very stoned, fully compelled Now, I'm not sure you ever were I once was drunk on you So very stoned, fully compelled So guided bound and willed When the bar dried up... You were already gone

Against Me! (Haunting, Haunted, Haunts)

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I am trying to write a poem about my loneliness But the page just seems to insist on staying empty. But loneliness isn’t emptiness loneliness is the lead ball in the pit of your stomach and the feathers tickling the back of your throat loneliness is the itch you cannot scratch it’s feeling far too much far too little. Loneliness is an all consuming enigma of the past of a past Of a past you’re trying to forget Of a past you can’t help but regret Of a past that shoved you into the position of isolation in which you reside In which you’re going to die. And sometimes solitude becomes gratitude but the demolition of the monuments that used to be perched on my ribs left nothing but dust and I am no longer grateful. I used to build shrines in my heart to girls who would never quite love me. But that was never loneliness. Unrequited love is a social activity because broken hearts scream louder than all the wind in the world howling together. Despite the rain and miserable weather I could fill myself up with love even though no one would ever reciprocate even though I always had to compensate by giving more than I had left in me. I would clutch my chest and rip out pieces of my heart on which metaphors for love and birds and bones and sadness and stars would rest. I could gift these to those who smiled. Because nothing cuts into loneliness like affection or attention or the smile of someone who has no reason to. I suppose I never had a reason to. I am trying to write a poem about the rain. They say that people are nothing like rain nothing like snow nothing like autumn leaves because people do not look beautiful when they fall. A phrase I could never quite wrap my head around. Because to me falling is dancing and dancing is writing and writing is cleaning your body of the toxins that well up behind your eyes and hide behind your liver and pump fluid in your lungs. What isn’t beautiful is hitting the ground. The snowflakes will dissolve and the rain will be absorbed by the greedy earth. The leaves will rot and you’ll be taking shots Until your heart falls out of your chest. Loneliness is falling and falling is dancing and dancing is writing and I am trying to write a poem about my overwhelming fear of touching the solid ground. I am trying to write a poem about falling Because I reside in free fall and my heart falls for the snow and the snow falls for the rain and the first rule of gravity is everything must fall So we fall And I fall and you fall.

Fall (Emf)

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And it’s all out war for the soul between, dreams that are hungry and the fears that feed.

Japandroids (True Love and a Free Life of Free Will)