conspiracy

I'm like a year late. but I love them. haha

I want to cover LYRICAL LIES so I made up alternate verses and changed the chorus a little. I wrote it about a friend. I see you standing looking over me birth these lyrics as my pencil lead works harder than your head And it's ashes like blood on my hands when we end. I never kept you here because I loved you Infact I think we all agree. For you survival isn't based on your fitness You get by because you're... pretty. I know you want to be a better person I wish I could nurture your seed. But you still have your pictures So who's to know what hides behind what they see? You want to be kept in poetry but the imagery doesn't fit I tried to capture your beauty in words but your soul amounts to nothing in script What I just wrote will never be heard or said I'm only honest with my pen And there's no glory in your bed. I can't write you a lie To feed your one-track mind You want to be kept in poetry but the imagery doesn't fit I tried to capture your beauty in words but your soul amounts to nothing in script You're going somewhere now But in time you're gonna have to stop Beauty will fade with age So try and mend your heart Your heart is where my home is But you're always leaving windows open during storms And your pictures and empty verses are proof And your makeup and you're habits are proof You wanted my pretty words but I'm writing you the truth You want to be kept in poetry but the imagery doesn't fit I can't preserve your beauty in words because you'll always be ugly in script

Yes it has to be the actual cd, in a cd player, by hand. haha

The very first track, start it and hold down the rewind button until it says 1:16, no more cause it will just start the first track again.

The secret track does work, it's just a bunch of phone conversations. To be honest it just hurt my head, but maybe there is a meaning to it that has yet to be revealed.

God I love this cd. My preorder came on Saturday. I'm treating it like gold. hahaha

This album is fucking incredible. I just got an email from MerchDirect saying it should be here in the next 2 days! yaaaaaaaay So you guys should def preorder it http://www.merchdirect.com/brandnew and now I have to buy like 5 copies because I sent the leak link to some of my friends :[

I wrote this in text messages to myself on the trolley there's no point. haha I watch my hand form a fist in the relection of the trolley window. I hope it whispers I am strong, and not to bother me. There's an empty pepsi sitting next to me, a young girl across. When she gets off, I'll take her seat. My ears are lonely, besides the repetitious hissing of a neon sign - I forgot my headphones. The buzzing atoms read "Orange Line" My face reads "alone" We can't break free until we destroy our own bars. Mine are my avoidant eyes - ignoring new faces for the same passing buildings and parked cars. Another stranger takes the opposite seat. He smiles and says "Hi" to me. I can't recall how I replied. I swear I'm friendly, but I'm nervous and tired. I have my feet up next to him. As the trolley continues down the tracks It shakes and his leg touches my calf. It gets awkward, and he starts tapping his knee. I change my footing on the orange seat. He looks at his phone and mutters "Shit" An invitation for conversation is a miss, not a hit. His stop arrives.

Today I found that folded up piece of newspaper the one we drew on with a pink hiliter in the corner of a Carls Jr. Today I found those drawings we drew had washed away, like anything else between me and you but the article remained the same. Ironic that I was distant but in the end, you pushed me away. And today I sucked up my luck in a vacuum in the form of a scroll from a fortune cookie months ago I sucked up my pride and I wrote this song about you. Despite the fact I tell my friends that I'm so over you.

I know this is none of you guys, but I just have to rant. Sorry, but I think it's kinda lame to like a band more because not many people have heard of them and you have. I went to one of the worst concerts I've been to yet last night. It sucked because the fans were teeny boppers who didn't MOVE and only yelled to say how much they loved Jesse Lacey. So yeah, teeny boppers bug me. But what's worse is people who say they are fans but then turn their back when the band gets big. Whose the worse fan, the teenyboppers, or the one who thinks they're too cool to listen to something because other people do?

holla! why does hunter look like "shiiit"

What's your conflict this time? I can always find you standing in the same place. What caused the tears crawling from your eyes? I can always recognize you by your dripping, empty face. Who's gonna tempt you today? How much for self-infliction will you scrounge to pay? This time, will you make it home okay? This time, will you make it home safe? If I could, I'd watch you I'm scared to walk the other way But I won't let myself watch you Cause I can't watch you throw your life away I see you sitting at your little black Ikea table. I see your school ID cutting off chunks of your life in white rocks I see you grinding it under that bill with your white lighter I see you putting more thought into making lines than you think at school half the time. I see you take it in over and over through that cut straw straight to your mind until you feel alright before your heart is pacing on your pillow and you suffer alone in your thoughts through the night. I see you, missing me and messing ourselves up to Rage Against the Machine and a Beatles Greatest Hits cd. Watch me admire you as you try on all your fancy clothes admiring ourselves with our new jittery, confident eyes and our numb, running nose I helped you into this and I'm trying to help you out Falling together isn't what friends are about If I could, I'd watch you I'm scared to walk the other way But I won't let myself watch you Cause I can't watch you throw your life away Somehow you get by You made it look easy So I tried not to try But my mind kept asking why We had to dig ourselves into this hole again And we built a burden that we could call a home a sad excuse for shelter in a well predicted storm with our own words, and our lifeless breath we tear the foundation shaking the walls of numbing sensation they crumbled down in clouds of white dust and the powder only sifts between our trembling fingers as we try to comprehend what will become of us I stood as the snow fell and I gathered myself I'm scared to walk the other way But I couldn't live like this another day I can't watch you throw your life away.

I loved that. Don't change it. Personally I think it is pretty lame to change your writing because of what people say unless you are co-writing with them or performing with them. In my opinion I think the best writing is flawed and honest.

I think it would be funny if I posted a picture of the purple microphone that goes with my American Girl Karaoke Machine. hahahaahaha

MAH! WHERE IS THAT FROM! WANT WANT WANT! hahaha

and I guess I might as well post something I wrote last week This seemingly empty desk is not as it appears my eyes scour a blank surface scarred and scratched in bitterness in reality papers are scattered, scrapped and saved It's crowded with former and future stress failed dreams and disappointments offers and refusals notes and schedules neglected and ignored and if I looked at these contents I'd realise I'm on the same ambitionless road as you we'll laugh it out. 9 months to load a gun or pull the trigger on my life 9 months of fun or 9 months of strain months of lifelessness for future gain we'll laugh it out Fucking up is only easy for you to do So easy for you to judge me when I do You brought me down here now what do you want with me? Nothing? says so - the room's absence of you seeking revenge on false information jumping to conclusions and resorting to persuasion we'll laugh it out. 9 months following you down this road 9 months of you getting better and leaving me alone not knowing how to get back home we'll laugh it out you won't call me until tomorrow, with details of your night read through your eyes the smile in your mind upon hearing the lack of mine we'll laugh it out.

"We can do this with open arms Or clenched fists" I liked that. And the last one is awesome.

those are effing awesome! They all look different! Yay for changing clothes!

tis, cause the sweater was in the picture with the leggings i want! haha

hmm. well. i want gloves. lots of gloves. I like thrift store tshirts that have earthfriendly messages or are just retro. I love stripes & argyle. Plaid is awesome, too. I want some different colored leggings like Hayley has. my dream outfit for this winter is a peacoat with black full length leggings and sweater boots in a dark grey I like to change my style a lot. Right now I'm going to dye my hair a very light pink and wear classic, modest 50's type clothes. It'll kinda be contradictory but I like it. :]

hey! he helped with the Halo 2 soundtrack! I hope we can expect violins, choirs, and hard guitar. yeah! hahaha such a nerd :[

one thing I did was... OH YEAH! I didn't go! haha I'm about to leave... I'm going to 5th period so I don't miss another test... I've missed like 3 in that class.

ya beat me!haha I love those photos.

I loved that... awesome job. :]

ILU! Thanks so much!