...Featuring some oddly titled songs. Yeah, I thought the title may get a bit more interest than "Three Songs I Wrote Once" or something similar. Anyway, hope you like them, and please post leave comments and feedback for me "Show Me Some Leg And I'll Show You My Bed" I'm nervous for the day I meet the perfect girl, And if I've already met her I'm sure I've driven her away, Or I'm staring across this table, Into her eyes and she's looking back at me. Don't look away, don't look away, You may break my fragile heart in half, Don't look away, don't look away, You're playing harder to kiss with hotter hips. And when I wake up alone tonight, At midnight when I've hardly slept a wink, I'm heading straight to your door with eager eyes, Just to get a glimpse of what it might be like. Don't look away, don't look away, You may break my fragile heart in half, Don't look away, don't look away, You're playing harder to kiss with hotter hips. So get out of my head and onto your back, I've never seen someone fall in love so fast, Dear perfect girl, across the room, So sweet and naive; you don't know what I'd do, With unclean thoughts filling up my head, I convince myself they're better left unsaid. But don't look away, don't look away, You may break my fragile heart in half, Don't look away, don't look away, You're playing harder to kiss with hotter hips. And if you're worried this relationship is built on sex, Don't worry because it's been while since I've had it, It's not something that I've come to expect, As my bed relies on lovers only looking for rest -------------------------------------------------------------- "Motorboating Isn't Just A Watersport" You bend more than the rules you break, With horizontal apathy, You'd fall down on your face, If you weren't already on your back. I bet the stars looks great from where you are, I know he's got a skylight in his bedroom, I know what goes on, on backseats of cars, I bet he thinks of her when he fucks you. I send regards to all the girls, Who say that I'm a good listener, But I've just mastered the timing of when to kiss 'em, And my tongue doesn't do much else, Because you've moved on over, You cry on someone elses shoulder, Have someone else dragging on your thighs, Slide your clothes off slower, Even though you're getting older, And you know you're running out of time. You bend more than the rules you break, With horizontal apathy, You'd fall down on your face, If you weren't already on your back. So as my memories writhe and roll, (Just like you) And anger takes its toll, (Tired nights in your bedroom) And flesh rots down to bone, (From your plateau) And fresh skin turns to mould, (Everything's looking up,) Especially you. You bend more than the rules you break, With horizontal apathy, You'd fall down on your face, If you weren't already on your back. ------------------------------------------------------- "I Don't Think Bees Have Knees, But I Think You're Awesome" "We'll see you in the future, when you're back home," So much has happened since those words were drawn, Traced with cursive intricacy, Used only by scholars and lovers on backseats, Paper weak with tears and tears, Lipstick on the envelope and posted with fear, To an open mind departing before a first kiss, So with hope she waits for my return. She said, "Is there a chance you've forgotten me? Because I think about you everyday, It's harder to care for someone you can't see, Though I still try to be the best I can be." I've moved on but you never will, I've moved on but you never will. On a night when the stars collide, I'll wonder if you should be by my side, As green lights fly right past my patient eyes, And ignite a memory I thought had died. Thinking; "Is there a chance she's forgotten me? Because I think about her everyday, It's harder to care for someone you can't see, Though I still try to be the best I can be." I've moved on but you never will, I've moved on but you never will. And I pray, for the day, we can demonstrate, The feelings we've felt since we parted ways, As we dive under covers and into each others arms, We're reminded that sex is enough... To replenish our worn out love. Breathing; "Could you have ever forgotten me? Because I think about you everyday, It's harder to care for someone you can't see, But I can see you from where I lay."
Cheers for the comments I think they could have also been called 'The 3AM Chronicles' because they were all written between like 3 and 4 in the morning. And I'm sure there'll be more to come due to my stupid sleeping pattern.