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| velvetacid christ lyrics, british columbia, sports, dan, theonion av club, stills, cook and moore, eminem, mug, dog, mexican, tom green, dirty jokes, ha, debi mazar, erin patrice bennett, zoe records, funny pictures, stand up, mp3, gallery, invective, shorts, | But I escaped the car again 2003 and again, and I tried to tell him I wasn't on drugs, but when he asked, over and over, "What the fuck is wrong with you then?" I couldn't muster the courage to tell 2003 him the truth. Because he just would've asked the details, and when put into words, the details sound trivial compared to what I felt. The trivial details: Your mother 2003 told you to date other people. Your mother didn't really understand why we were so serious at such a young age. Your mother didn't understand the look on your face, or mine, when we sat with arms wrapped 'round each other on the sofa in front of your TV, safe for the night, the heater blowing warm dust particles here and there. |
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| and I called your house and you answered before your mother could hear the phone, because you were waiting for him mexican to call you and not your ex-, not me: You should have known by the tone mexican of my voice that I was more than just a wreck, that "suicidal" doesn't seem to adequately describe what it feels like to want to pull out your own guts and heart with a coat hangar, just so they'll stop burning and you can be done with it, this mexican stupid life. But when I croaked, "Charlotte, I love you," you didn't listen. You hung up. Verse Two: Yew PLED DEYD, but ya nevER BLEYD, unSTED YA LAY STEEL in tha GRAYSS ahll CULLED-UP 'n' HIH-ssunnnnnnn. Interpretation: At school the following Monday, before homeroom, I saw you standing by your locker, your shiny auburn hair half tucked in a red turtleneck, your lips a new shade of gloss. I had a weekend of violent despair behind me, my stomach muscles tight from puking between meals, my brain punch-drunk from the misguided harassment plagued upon me by my father, who misinterpreted these symptoms of a broken heart for withdrawal from heroin and physically tried to pick me up and put me in his car to take me to a drug treatment center. |
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