Synonymous with no one else
I stand here staring at myself
Wishing that this mirror would turn into you
I played your message over
More times than I have this song
Poking at this light fixture
That's slowly dimming out
I thought I'd have something to say
But it seems my voice has gone astray
Since yesterday
Synonymous with no one else
I stand here staring at myself
Wishing that this mirror would turn into you
I woke up reaching for your hair beside me
Then I realized the dog had stole my pillow
I thought it'd matter to me less
But seeming as I'm such a mess
Since yesterday
Since yesterday
I've lost my hair
I've lost my sig
I'm back here waiting for that call you'll never make
And I can't help but dwell on all of my mistakes
I hid your picture 'cause I could not throw it away
Take off that makeup and put on this plastic face
Forgive my being blunt
But you'd be much less misleading that way
We passed down on Bellaire pretending we had never met
So I lost my appetite and felt like the living dead
If I'm incapable of being on your mind
Then I'll try to find comfort in all your wasted time
Forgive my cynicism
But you seem much too busy anyway
Hi my name is Trash
I'm just a paper bag
That someone crumpled up
And kicked into the sewer
Floating down the streams below
Made of what you already know
People tried to save me
But I wouldn't take their hands
I know all too well what they think of me
And it is not that great
But if they took the time
To look at me inside
They'd find the parts they try to hide
That someone crumpled up and kicked aside
Hi, my name is Ant
And I am just a bug
Admiring your beauty from your wall
Somehow my size frightens you
And lightning strikes me like a shoe
A martyr for the things
That I am unable to change about myself
I know all too wel
When I was 19 I listened to indie rock and hated my parents
I felt just like a prisoner of my fate
I had too many girlfriends and I felt like I needed more
I swore that I had lost my mind and I OD'd on caffeine
I never was alright
It felt like just last night
I'd like to say that I've changed so much since then
But I really can't say...
When I was 19 I claimed that I should be 28
In retrospect, well I just laugh 'cause I'll never reach that age
When I was 19 I thought that I was a superstar
I played small shows in smaller clubs and I felt like I'd hit the big time
But I never was alright
And it felt like just last night
I'd like
Roundhouse Kick Me... (song+video) by DaniHouse, literature
Literature
Roundhouse Kick Me... (song+video)
Tonight I am void of possibilities
So I think I'll stare up at the ceiling
Until it starts to spin
And the carpets exploding
The couches are imploding
And the hallway doors all open wide
Like black gaping mouths trying to coax me in
Would you let me stay here for awhile?
If I crawled into a corner and shrunk to a minute size
'Cause that's how I feel anyway
I don't mean to exaggerate
But lately I just feel like I'm getting in everyone else's way
So If I do, just throw me away
I went out walking late last night
I drew a picture of you and I put it in my pocket
Sometimes I feel insane when I am by myself
But I can just pretend that you're here with me
That you're here with me
Then some kids drove past
And called me a fucking loser
I drew a picture of them
Getting abducted by aliens
Then their tires burst
And their pick-up truck transformed into a flying saucer
And slowly disappeared as it shot into space.
Then I walked past a bank-robber
Making his escape
I drew a picture of myself
Shooting lasers from my fists
I charred him black as the cops rolled up
And threw him in their car
And
Crystalline (It's Not Time I Want Back) by DaniHouse, literature
Literature
Crystalline (It's Not Time I Want Back)
Won't you please consume this message on delivery?
It's full of insecurities, and many more absurdities
The last thing I ever intend to be
Is to melodramatic, but I'm sick of all this static
Resounding in my reverie
A languid drool of memories
And I'm left without solace in a world that's much too monstrous
Will I ever be set free?
Though I know all too well it's all inside of me
I wonder if I'll ever be...
Weaving this apparatus of affection
Wielding never shielding your complexion
Affliction makes us stir inside the blur inside the surface of our
Foresight eyes so plagued with cataracts
Waiting for more apocryphal
If I could be an animal
I'd be a bird of song
Do cliche things like fly around
And sing all day long
I'd never be cold or hungry
Or else I'd just fly South
Unless somebody shot me down
And then I would fall into the sea
And become a fish instead
And finally learn to swim
Without the fear of drowning to death
There'd always be adventures
And new things deeper down
Until somebody fished me out
And then I would sprout arms and legs
And become a flying squirrel
And glide across the water to dry land
I'd hang out all day in the trees
And never pay my rent
Until a rabid dog came and ate me up
If I could be an
I've got a headache and it really sucks
It makes me wish I didn't have a head at all
Robots and cigarettes are pretty cool
So are shitty movies and acting a fool
Hands hands raise your hands
Wrap your hands around the Sun
And bring it down, bring it down
Down down down to me
Share it and we'll melt our hands together now
I forgot to write this part down
So I'll just keep on going like-
One thing that I don't like is acting sane
I'd rather run around the streets like a train
Hands hands raise your hands
Wrap your hands around the Sun
And bring it down, bring it down
Down down down to me
Share it and we'll melt
I Wrote This Song About the Summer... by DaniHouse, literature
Literature
I Wrote This Song About the Summer...
Summer time reminds me of this song
Because I wrote it about the summer
Even though it's only spring
It's the time of year I never sleep
And put off my priorities
And devote every day to having fun
It reminds me of that Dairy Queen
With all those old arcade machines
Like Donkey Kong and Galaga
I don't know where they ended up
I never thought of going far
Until I learned to play guitar
And then we'd run around the mall
Singing to no one at all
And we'd call that church across the street
And get their answering machine
And try not to laugh while we'd sing
About shitting in the kitchen sink
It's like how we fo