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Ruiner Prepare To Be Let Down

I gave up... on metaphors and acts of sarcastic wit. Rewording phrases in an attempt to grab the approval of faces i may never know. I've only met a

6 months from the day I wrote any of these songs. They may mean as much as the changing of the tides. This reoccurring trend of hello and goodbye leads

are the walls I call home. Didn't you know I'd rather be anywhere but here? In a few months it'll start all over again. Again and again... I need to let

roads so many have crawled down before. I am fine with dying regrets- as long as I've never stopped- making attempts at the sky and tearing down the

a lucky kid, but I'm pretty good at fucking up. Young, angry and white. A victim of the middle class. So much to prove. So much to say. When will I be

laughing about embellished stories, regaling each other with our most embarrassing moments. You'll chain smoke the night away and I'll keep talking to the point that most would be