"We're brown as fuck..."

I've done away with this town for so long that I'm not even recognized in public
Like a ghost, I'll remain to be absent in your presence
I prefer to keep my distance
Because I was never given your acceptance
You never listened and it took me 8 years to realize that it wouldn't have made a difference
It never made a difference

I hate Ridgefield, New Jersey.

"My Mother Got Married In Pants..."

I was thirteen
Is this the life I lead?
It never made sense, but it finally hit me
Is this really happening?

I became a recluse
Struggled with the blues
If I wasn't good enough for you
Then who?

This is your life
No one can tell you whether you're wrong or right
I woke up feeling fine
And this is what gets me by

I've lost friends and shed thousands of tears
Being left alone is what I feared
But you weren't worth it to begin with
Not even the least bit

I was no longer a recluse
Done away with the blues
You say I'm not good enough for you
Fuck you

This is your life
No one can tell you whether you're wrong or right
I woke up feeling fine
And this is what gets me by

No point in dwelling on what's been lost
Because what I've gained can't be sold at any cost

This is your life
No one can tell you whether you're wrong or right
I woke up feeling fine
And this is what gets me by

This song is a touchy subject, but it's straight to the point. In my case, I am not so straight. Ya dig?

Patience is a virtue...

I couldn't be happier with how things are going and they will only get better.

"Home"

Finally, I've written a song about friends...

I've been down
No way to turn things around
I've stayed in for days
Not wanting to see a single face

I'm not sure why you would drive the extra mile
To make the effort to make me smile
I've always felt so alone
But for once, I've found comfort and it has only grown

People come and go
And the past was so long ago
But I just want you to know
You've given me a place to call home

Trust has never come with ease
But you've shown me how easy it could be
You believed in me
And because of that, I'm becoming the person I want to be

I'm not sure why you would drive the extra mile
To make the effort to make me smile
I've always felt so alone
But for once, I've found comfort and it has only grown

People come and go
And the past was so long ago
But I just want you to know
You've given me a place to call home

This is where I'll be in January.

Jan. 7th- East Bay, CA
Jan. 8th- Reno, NV
Jan. 9th- Eugene, OR
Jan 11th- Portland, OR
Jan. 12th- Centralia, WA
Jan. 13th- Vancouver, WA
Jan. 14th- SLC, UT
Jan. 15th- Denver, CO
Jan. 16th- Albuquerque, NM
Jan. 17th- Phoenix, AZ
Jan. 18th- Las Vegas, NV
Jan. 19th- San Diego, CA
Jan. 20th- Los Angles, CA
Jan. 21st- Fresno, CA
Jan. 22nd- San Jose, CA
Jan. 23rd- San Francisco, CA

"That Veronica Vaughn is one piece of ACE..."

I'd like to buy you a slurpee
Watch your teeth turn green
Would that make you happy?
If only you knew what you do to me

Let's go out for a burrito run
Eat nachos one by one
Wouldn't that be fun?
I think I like you a ton

I sit in my room listening to Bivouac
Because it reminds me of you and now I can't stop
You're not like a picture that I can easily crop
You're like the cute little kitten that I can't drop

I know this all might sound crazy
But I think about you constantly
You're all I see
And my eyes don't mislead me
You're what I need
Please, believe me

So much for not trying to write a song about a girl...

I've managed to write 5 songs in the past two weeks and none of them have to do with girls, but I'm still complaining about something...

I'll be going into the studio to record 3 of the 5 new songs for the new trio pop-punk band Carlos and I have started. I'm crossing my fingers that we'll be able to find a drummer with these tracks.

1. Twenty One
2. The Music Business and Coffee
3. Waiting List

"Twenty One"

It's getting harder every day to get out of bed
The alarm clock doesn't phase me and it's going off again
Late to work; I punch in
I hear my manager yelling and it doesn't end
Fuck, is it time to leave yet?

I don't make end's meet
and everyday is a repeat
It's almost the end of the week
and for now that's enough to keep me going

I don't have a whole lot to spare
but it's the weekend and I don't care
Just give me a time and place and I'll meet you there
I'll meet you there

Stuck in traffic and I'm late to class
Today's lesson: don't be an idiot or you won't pass
I can never remember anything and my work is always half-assed
I hate my professor because he talks too fast
This classroom constantly smells like gas

School isn't for me
But it makes my parents happy
It's almost the end of the week
and for now that's enough to keep me going

I don't have a whole lot to spare
but it's the weekend and I don't care
Just give me a time and place and I'll meet you there
I'll meet you there

(I'm only 21) My life hasn't even begun
(I'm only 21)So fuck it, here's to having fun
(I'm only 21) I'm still young and having fun

I don't have a whole lot to spare
but it's the weekend and I don't care
Just give me a time and place and I'll meet you there
I'll meet you there

"The Music Business and Coffee"

It's crazy that you think you could fit the role
You write your riffs just for show
In hopes that a certain crowd will follow
But you've already dug yourself into a hole

You've compiled so many ideas but no direction
What makes you think they will listen?
And you expect me to lead the way
When we're never on the same page

I play music because it makes me happy
But you've always been so goddamn greedy
Your way of thinking isn't healthy
and it's brought you to your knees
I'm sorry, but I'm leaving

"Write a song like that, but 6 more times.
You'll be sure to live a successful life."
I'd rather sell all of my equipment
Than give into your bullshit

You've compiled so many ideas but no direction
What makes you think they will listen?
And you expect me to lead the way
When we're never on the same page

I play music because it makes me happy
But you've always been so goddamn greedy
Your way of thinking isn't healthy
and it's brought you to your knees
I'm sorry, but I'm leaving

I should've seen it from the start
Because now it's all falling apart
But it's time to move on
And I'll continue writing my own songs

I play music because it makes me happy
But you've always been so goddamn greedy
Your way of thinking isn't healthy
and it's brought you to your knees
I'm sorry, but I'm leaving

"Waiting List"

I always hear the shit that you pull
Every story becomes more repetitive and dull
How can one be so fucking shallow?
I didn't think it was possible

You lie
And that's what gets you by
You really think you're one of a kind
Convinced that you're sent down from above to better our lives
Please, get the fuck out of my site

You think how you live your life is okay
And you'll be forgiven because every night you pray
If Hell really does exist
I'm sure you're on the waiting list

The worst part of it all is that you're family
But nothing you say will get to me
At least I know I can be happy
And I don't need a God to tell me to be

You lie
And that's what gets you by
You really think you're one of a kind
Convinced that you're sent down from above to better our lives
Yeah, try in another life

You think how you live your life is okay
And you'll be forgiven because every night you pray
If Hell really does exist
I'm sure you're on the waiting list

I couldn't be happier with these songs I've written. It's been a hell of a lot easier for me write to for this particular style. I don't know, but the lyrics, song structures, and melodies all make sense to me and I realized this because I'm actually having fun. I'm not too sure why I haven't done this earlier, but I'm glad I finally am.