Barely There and Boston Bound, Yet Again.
On 10 hours of sleep the past 2 days, I think I’ll finally be able to sleep well on a plane.
Gilford, New Hampshire tonight… AND YOU GUESSED IT! The forecast calls for rain.
Alternative Press is having a poll on their site asking you who you’d like to see on their sponsored Fall tour. Now, I wouldn’t let this information go by without letting you contribute your voices to it, so click the link above if you’ve got time and cast your vote.
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I love touring in the Fall…
Every Burden Has A Version by The Academy Is…
she’d rather repair her face with the lights turned off,
the door wide open in an empty house.
the frozen minutes are melting slow,
as she watches from the window.
the street light’s flickering like a tongue that can’t stop licking.
like the cat that got the cream.
she’s never gonna be,
she’s never gonna be quite satisfied.
just like a hundred dollar bill.
fold it up and tear it at the crease.
there’s not much left inside your chest,
but it’s worth much more than what you see.
every burden has a version in somebody else.
she smokes her smokes outside to avoid the fight.
she’d rather be enjoying the silent stillness of the suburbs after midnight.
what’s the point? don’t try to hide, don’t justify a thing.
she’s so naive to think she’d be capable,
like the cat that got the cream.
she’s never gonna be quite satisfied.
just like a hundred dollar bill.
fold it up and tear it at the crease.
there’s not much left inside your chest.
but it’s worth much more than what you see.
just like a hundred dollar bill.
fold it up and tear it at the crease.
there’s not much left inside your chest.
but it’s worth much more than you think.
and this will be the last time you hide your eyes behind your hair.
this will be the last time, this will be the last time.
just like a hundred dollar bill.
fold it up and tear it at the crease.
there’s not much left inside your chest.
but it’s worth much more than what you see.
just like a hundred dollar bill.
fold it up and tear it at the crease.
there’s not much left inside your chest.
but it’s worth much more than what you see.
this will be the last time you hide your eyes behind your hair.
this will be the last time, this will be the last time, oh.
this will be the last time you hide your eyes behind your hair.
this will be the last time, there’s one last chance to say goodbye.
…THE F@#K?
Copy-Paste gone terribly wrong.
This is our band description on the SIX FLAGS WEBSITE . Let’s see how quickly this gets fixed, if at all.
“Excuse me Mister, I think you’ve got the wrong guy.”
(via robotindisguise)
You could just go on vacation and not take it.
Lol.
(via kapi)
Why is it that when you do something wrong or get in trouble with your parents, you’re a young adult and should behave more like one, but when you want to do something like get a piercing/tattoo, you’re a child/baby and you have to wait until you’re an adult? Like, wtf, am I an adult or a child? Parents are fucking wacko sometimes.
(via adamtaylorsiska)
Sisky’s Cat, Baby.