Something Elegant, by Highschool Lows


Just focus on the better parts of what we always had,
I'll never make it make a living off of everything I did
To you and now I'm finding out that I made a bad choice
And you won't be getting soon.
I'll try not thinking of you.

When they look back and laugh and all the memories,
Where will we be?
I'm just trying to forget all things you did for me.
And the things I did to you,
Breaking hearts isn't what I aim to do.
But it's all I seemed to be able to, when I was with you.

So paint yourself up something dreadful,
You always look so down.
Is that what I did to you?
Is that what I did to you?
Now make yourself look beautiful
Like everyone expects of you.
Is that what I did to you?
Is that what I did?

I know I'm not there anymore,
And I'm sorry that I'm such a bore.
I lied and I told you I loved you,
But I was really telling her.
But my confidence is fading,
And my heart, like yours, is breaking.
And I'm falling apart.
Even though I have no heart.

I'd do anything to make you come back home.
I'd do anything to not feel so alone,
But the feelings that you give to me,
when you say that isn't happening.
I'm alright (I'm okay)
I'm okay.

So paint yourself up something dreadful,
You always look so down.
Is that what I did to you?
Is that what I did to you?
Now make yourself look beautiful
Like everyone expects of you.
Is that what I did to you?
Is that what I did to you?
Is that what I did to you?
Is that what I did?

So paint yourself up something elegant,
I'm back and I'll be back again,
Is that what this to me?
Is that what this to

You!
I'm alright (I'm okay)
I'm okay!

White Collar Terrorism by High School Lows



If the stories that you told had any substance,
Baby I'd be lucky, but liars never finish and
They said good guys finish last.
I'm letting go of all you gave me,
The false hopes, doll, and now I'm taking
One last step towards confidance
And I'm never coming back!

Is he really best one you've ever had?
Are you mistaking him for me?
I gave you all I had.
I gave you all I had!

They say that cheaters never prosper,
But girl you didn't listen
Now you're fucking lost, girl
Didn't ever try.
(You Said you didn't ever try!)

I'm coming home, are you coming around?
I'm coming home, are you coming around?

I'm not leaving without answers
(I'm coming home...)
I'm not leaving here until
You come around!

Is he really best one you've ever had?
Are you mistaking him for me?
I gave you all I had.
I gave you all I had!

All those friends who learned my name, weren't really friends, they were my chains...


My name is Ryan Thomas Dilks and I am 16 years old. If had a dollar for every life I've ruined, I'd have 15 dollars.
And I have three fives in my pocket.

I want to do something, but there's nothing to do and no one to do it with.
I am such a boring person.
Hm.

Sometimes I still have dreams about HER. I really wish SHE still existed.

But there is nothing to do about any of that.
So i think I'll just overdose

The Past is Your Present, by Highschool Lows



If I'm gonna break down anyway
Why not pick right now to do it?
When I have the attention of the problem
I see her she's staring me down
I see her she's staring me down

But if I want this to hurt
I'm gonna need a little work
I'm gonna need somebody to
Convince her to make her move
But I'm dead sorry I'm stuck
And I just don't give two fucks
About you.

If we're never talking again
Tell me why you still call us friends?
Do you remember when i did all I could for you?
I see you contemplating
I see you watching, waiting!

But if I want this to hurt
I'm gonna need a little work
I'm gonna need somebody to
Convince her to make her move
But I'm dead sorry I'm stuck
And I just don't give two fucks
About you,About you, about you, about you

Why don't you just tear me apart like you want to?
Why don't you want me? (Or who were you using?)
White lies don't make everything better or worse for you.
Why don't you use me?

But if I want this to hurt
I'm gonna need a little work
On who I am from the outside
And what I was on the inside.

I can't break now! (Fucking do what I got to!)
I won't break down!

Why is my heart such an easy target?
Is it because it's on my sleeve?
For you, dear Jenny I give all I am.
To you, dear Jenny...
Oh fucking break me apart!

I can't break now! (Fucking do what I got to!)
I won't break down!(x2)

I don't do apologies.

Ring the verse, let it in, said softly begin
If it feels like the first time, don't let it end
because it wonders by like something that could have been.

I sit in front of her, we are staring into each others eyes. She is looking into my soul.
She sits in front of me, we are talking to each other. Our conversation consists primarily of "Oh"s and "Ouch"s.
On my wrists (as she was quick to figure out) are four words, scrawled. "Take me. I'm yours" She smiles at this.
She is telling me how poetic I am, even in pain.
I am contemplating how I will murder her.

If I were to write this song that could penetrate your ears
Would it calm your trembling soul?
Would it ease your every fear?

It isn't cold outside.
I'm wearing a jacket and pants, regardless.
It is hot outside.
It is winter.
Fuck.

Can we go back to the place where we all used to see through
Everything blinding us. Now you don't understand anything
anymore and you shiver at the sight...
You're afraid to show that you're only so human tonight

I want to write a love song.
I don't even LIKE anyone right now.
Fuck this shit.

Could the song solve all our problems?
Could it have the strength to heal?
Or would it cripple and destroy
And leave nothing unrevealed?