'Last Years Wishes Are This Years Apologies'

Title? I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off (Me & You)-Fall Out Boy.

Lets get this started?
ahaha.
Nahh.
I'm so gonna fail.

Inspiration?

Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World!
You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled
Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring
The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.

#1

Lying
Fakery, bewitchery
Lying
I’ll tell you a lie to make you feel better
It will slip off my tongue, easy as the truth
That’s what lies are
Merely placeholders for the truth
Smoke and Mirrors,
Make you believe
Anything you want- -
Except for the truth.
Lying
Fakery,
Lovely fakery
Lies.

#2

Wealthy girl,
Spoiled, pretty, wealthy girl
Doing everything for her gain
And nothing for the gain of others
Wealthy girl

Impatient, bratty, wealthy girl
Must she be so bossy?
Little girl, with her head on straight
Wealthy girl

She gets away, doing nothing wrong
Kissing all the boys, and skipping all the classes
And as much as we hate her, he wants her
And we all wish we could be that pretty little
Wealthy girl

I'm really not happy with this ending. I didn't want to say the exact emotion, but it was the only way I could think to end it.

#3

Bold red
Brilliant vibrants
That is what he feels right now

He wants to stop,
Control his feelings
Maybe hurt someone

He could change to cool blues
Seafoam greens
But that wouldn’t be enough

Instead, he settles for
Peppery red, midnight black
To show he needs to stop and think

He takes a breath
Letting it calm him down
He’s down to blue, but in a minute he’s back to red

He gets up, walks away
Ready to save his wrath for another day

#4


Cigerettes
Flowery perfume
Lipstick on his collar
You’re no better then she
Never better then she

You let him kiss you
Let him stroke your hair
Let him tell you you're his number one

You laugh and kiss him
And slip into character
To pretend you love
A man you'll never see again

For it is your job
A mask full sweet poision and lies
Because whatever type of girl you are in the day-
That means nothing
Becuase you are only a Lolita by night

'That slut!' they'll cry when they find
How you've led them on, led them to shame
When they do, you'll hide
and cry yourself to sleep at night

But you'll do it again
over and over.
It's a drug for you now
Being that seductive Lolita

#5



The old park bench
With iron wrought handles and legs
Letting the sun warm his back
waiting for the next passerby


The old park bench
comprised of rotten, mottled wood
and cheap green paint


He plays to the teenagers fancy
Letting them write all over him
'A.L + A.J.' and 'M <3 L'


Yes, patiently, he stands
through the snowy kiss of the winter
and wet cry of the rain


He stands through it all
as he is supposed to do
That faithful park bench

#6


Ink runs like blood,
over pages, onto the desk below
It leaves indents on everything it touches

It's supposed to be mighty,
Stronger the the sword,
Making every man a valiant fighter

As it grows old
The blood running through it stops flows
It slowly dies, turning courageous fighters
back into normal men

As the last few drops
squeeze and sputter out
It is time to realize that it is what it has always been
An old ballpoint pen.

#7

It used to represent everything lovely-
hope and pride and happiness.
It used to sit on her desk, in a vase to itself
to remind her of what her happiness once was

It sits there still, now to represent
The screaming, the pain, the fear.
She can’t be bothered to take care of it-
it collects dust, fallen from it’s former glory

It was a flower,
fake, electric blue, one among many real ones
Given to show she was controllable.
I’ll love you until the last one dies
Yeah, right.

'We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces' Fall Out Boy, "Take Over, The Breaks Over", Infinity On High, 2007

#8

Kisses
Blissful love mixed melancholy fear
Lovely kisses
warm lips touch mine
We do it in the dark

It's not all happy
There's the yelling, and the screaming
and all I want is for it to be over
With smiles on our faces

I want to go back to your lips on mine
Want to plant my raspberry flavoured lipgloss over your collar
Make her jealous
I want her jealous

I want her to feel the way I feel
Go yell at her
Go make her cry

Then you'll return,
and call me your whore,
you're bedroom mistress

And, in the end
Thats all I'll be
This mistress of your bedroom

And, becuase I love you,
I put up with being your second choice
Second chance to get lucky on a love-drunk night


We do it in the dark
with smiles on our faces

Ahh, getting back to that lyrical poetry thing I love

#9

Lights up, centre stage
She's the star of her own play
She's over dramatic in every way
Mischievous smile on her face

And, you have no choice but to watch her
chase her, keep her
And she has no choice but to keep running
hiding from you

First act
When your eyes meet
and she smiles
and you're falling, slowly falling

Welcome to the mainstage
Where she whips you around
Lying again and again
Welcome to her world
where she is queen and you are the plaything

Intermission
where she claims she needs to take a break
And you have no choice but smile and nod along
Because she has you around her pinky finger
And she knows it, she knows it

Welcome to the mainstage
Where she whips you around
Lying again and again
Welcome to her world
where she is queen and you are the plaything

Second act
where she breaks up with you
and beneath the smile, there a broken heart
She's cruel, and you know that
You shouldn't have excepted anything else

And you know she's a liar (liar)
And you know she's a cheater (cheater)
But she keeps you coming back
Coming back

Welcome to the mainstage
Where she whips you around
Lying again and again
Welcome to her world
where she is queen and you are the plaything

She's the queen,
and you are her plaything

#10


They used to say I was a lovely girl
Back when I was pretending everything was okay
I was a cheerleader, thin, but never thin enough
Pretty, but never pretty enough

I used to cry myself to sleep,
Enviously eyeing the other, more cheerful girl
I spent hours wishing I could be more like them.

I used to lie about how I was feeling
When I was close to tears, I felt 'fine'
When I was crying, I still felt 'fine'
I was used to the hiding, the lying

I used to lie about eating
used to lean over a toilet after every meal
I was always hungry, always hiding it.
I was too busy trying to get myself down to the perfect zero
to do frivolous things like eat

I was slowly falling apart
even when you found me,
lying in a pool of my own vomit
The acrid stench the only thing keeping me awake

You tried to save me,
but I was empty,
Staring at you with glassy eyes that
only saw my own imperfections, my own flaws

I tried to make you go away,
but you stuck around,
making us an unlikely pair,
the nerd, and the cheerleader who was wasting away

You were with me, last night
The beeping of the heart monitor a melancholy background for
when I finally passed away.
Even together, we were no match,
I was already dead when I met you.

#11

Raspberry kisses
to cover up last years
wishes and thoughtful lies

Grape scented lip-balm to mask the
Acrid scent of your cunning deception
Sweet perfume to kill the doubts

I'm over your yelling,
Your arguing
and your lies.

I'm done

# 12

She used to be a stunner
With her silky black hair, and wild smile
Plant her raspberry lipgloss kisses everywhere

You'd follow her to the ends of the earth
and back again if you had to
You were devoted, you were devoted


You used to be her old pair of
ripped up skinny jeans
Then she started staying out late
and straying away
You tried to keep her,
you tried to keep her


She kept running away
Staying late, coming home completely wasted
You tried to catch her
You tried to set her on a pedestal way up high


But she wasn't happy with her
old pair of skinny jeans
She wanted to move on
move away from the clingy embrace


And now you have to move on
let her go, let her go

Go on, go on
Before you see that pretty face in the window
Go on, go on
Before you see her with her new pair of jeans

You used to be her old pair of
ripped up skinny jeans
Then she started staying out late
and straying away
You tried to keep her,
you tried to keep her

# 13

Romantically, nothing could ever change
I'd rather stay away from the impending heart break
In reality, the stars in the sky
twinkle above us to watch us cry

I'm sick of lying awake in the night
trying to rationalize with my thoughts
But I'd rather take those sleepless hours
then spend any more minutes with you

But I'd rather put up with your lies than leave you
And In time I could fall for you again, and again
Because falling for you is different every time

You could garner an apology
But those are just muttered words and
insincere feelings
I could just walk away and never look back
But that'd be too hard to do

#14

Lipstick lies and lullabies
thats what you told me first
you wanted to keep me blind,
keep my kisses on your warm cheek

Innocent truths and wicked wonderings
thats what I told you,
determined to keep us lovely and pure
keep us in the blissful state

Lovely girl and horrid slut
you had one and went for the other
tossed me aside like
a bag of trash-
a lovely, young bag of trash

I woke up, grabbed my phone
and read those shuddering words

'Cupcake, we're done.'

Total. Word. Vomit.

#15


Don't make me draw the line.

Of course, that would be stupid, since you've crossed the imaginary line too many times.
And of course, I always take you back.
We're fearful bastards, always living by the norm

And that brings me back to the line

You're always toeing it, playing with it,
seeing if you could tick me off a little bit more each time

Only idiots play with fire and get burned.

And that's exactly what you're doing.
Playing with fire, waiting for me to snap

Oh, but that's cool.
You are MR. FUCKING AWESOME!
Do what you want, Gypsy.

You know I hate that, though
Pretending you know what I want,
BEFORE I even know what I fucking want.

Stop it.

Stop it now, you presumptuous little shit!

Oh, right.
I forgot.

You. Do. What. You. Fucking. Want.