Emo/Pop Punk Lyrics

I'm good to go, and I'm going no where fast. It could be worse; I could be taking you there with me.

Have you ever felt your perfect teeth make a connection with Chicago concrete?

I'm tracing over your letter to see if your intentions are as good as mine, but you're getting worse. I swear it.

I know this hurts. It was meant to.

And in the longest line the front and the back are the same sometimes, and taking a number is taking my time

What you do on your own time's just fine. My imagination's much worse. I just never want to know.

I can't wait till I get home to pass the time in my room alone

Most of my old friends I could only stand for the weekend. But that doesn't apply here.

To save his life, he crawls like a worm from the bird

I'm through with school cause I broke the rules. Now I work for the man and I'm drunk once again watching reruns of Night Court on cable TV. All the things I remember... Were they worth writing down?

I'm two days away in stolen '98 Saturn sedan. I'm 2000 miles away from the clothes I threw away in a Wendy's trash can.

Chill out, whatcha yelling for?

These are your good years. Don't take my advice, you never wanted the nice boys anyway.

Life is but a dream for the dead. And well, I, I won't go down by myself, but I'll go down with my friends

I wanna start from the top. Maybe like a do-over... Replace the voices in my head with blind innocence.

You might be lonely, but you're not alone if your tears come out like kidney stones. Complicate the world. We're an army of Cusack boys and Molly Ringwald girls.

I'm exploding on re-entry, scattered wreckage in the sea. Everything's been gray forever, that's how it's always gonna be. I've never been so sure of something, I see it clearly in my dreams. I know I'm gonna be the one, the one that ruins everything

The union was far from harmonious. No two people could have been more alone than us. The years would go by and she'd love someone else and realized I hadn't been loved yet myself. From there it's your typical spiel. If life was a highway I was drunk at the wheel.

Gotta love how it's somehow all on me. All the petty scenes, and all the pretty things, say whatever you want cause I can laugh it off

I'm a stereotype of a prototype and just maybe karma will pay me back in change

If life is twice as pretty when you're dead, then send me a card. I'm still the optimist, though it is hard when all you want to be is in a dream.