The diary

 Song of the day;;

→ Brand New - Can't Get It Out

As we glide over whatever

We know to be over forever

I really hope the shame is less

For what we feel in times of stress

But, I guess that's just depression

No sense in fighting it now

You had me caught in your headlights

You were running me down

We speak in tongues and start to teethe

Lift your voice and scrape your knees

Kids in love will plant a seed

Resurrect and start to breathe

I thought I was a creator

I'm here just hanging around

Got my messiah impression

I think I got it nailed down

I want to tell you we're alright

Want to erase all your doubt

I've got this thorn dug in deeply

Sometimes I can't get it out

Sometimes I can't get it out

Sometimes I can't get it out

Sometimes I can't get it out

I'm strumming with a heavy wrist

Were you one of the cured kids?

My shins burn for the replica youth

I hope that we can eject soon

Because I don't want to surrender

Or lose your face in the crowd

I finally found all my courage

It was buried under the house

Not just a manic depressive

Toting around my own cloud

I've got a positive message

Sometimes I can't get it out

Sometimes I can't get it out

Sometimes I can't get it out

Sometimes I can't get it out

This night calls for another man's death

Song of the day;;

→ Brand New - Millstone

I used to be such a burning example

I used to be so original

I used to care, I was being cared for

Made sure I showed it to those that I love

I used to sleep without a single stir

'Cause I was about my father's work

Well take me out tonight

This ship of fools I'm on will sink

I'm my own stone around my neck

Be my breath, there's nothing I wouldn't give

I used to pray like God was listening

I used to make my parents proud

I was the glue that kept my friends together

Now they don't talk and we don't go out

I used to know the name of every person I kissed

Now I've made this bed and I can't fall asleep in it

Well take me out tonight

This ship of fools I'm on will sink

I'm my own stone around my neck

Be my breath, there's nothing I wouldn't give

Throw me that lifeline

This ship of fools I'm on will sink

I'm my own stone around my neck

Be my breath, there's nothing I wouldn't give

They never hit the brakes

There's no time to save him

He just ran out in the street

Does anybody know his name?

I think I recognise him (sure it's him?)

He sure as hell paid for that mistake

Whoa, whoa

So take me out tonight

This ship of fools I'm on will sink

I'm my own stone around my neck

Be my breath, there's nothing I wouldn't give

To save my life tonight

This ship of fools I'm on will sink

I'm my own stone around my neck

Be my breath, there's nothing I wouldn't give

In the grey of yesterday, a breeze blew over exposing a memory so small

Song of the day;;

→ Brand New - Jesus Christ

Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face

The kind you'd find on someone I could save

If they don't put me away

Well, it'll be a miracle

Do you believe you're missing out

That everything good is happening somewhere else?

But with nobody in your bed

The night's hard to get through

And I will die all alone

And when I arrive I won't know anyone

Well, Jesus Christ, I'm alone again

So what did you do those three days you were dead?

'Cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend

Well, Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die

I'm a little bit scared of what comes after

Do I get the gold chariot?

Do I float through the ceiling?

Do I divide and fall apart?

'Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark

And the ship went down in sight of land

And at the gated, does Thomas ask to see my hands?

I know you're coming in the night like a thief

But I've had some time alone to hone my lying technique

I know you think that I'm someone you can trust

But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up

So do you think we could work out a sign

So I'll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try

I know you're coming for the people like me

We all got wood and nails

We're tongue-tied to a hating factory

Yeah, we all got wood and nails

We're tongue-tied to a hating factory

Yeah, we all got wood and nails

And we sleep inside of this machine