

ChangesSometimes I wonder about you. How the way that you breathe has changed. There's million things that I'd just love to say. I hate you, now I love you. You're every paradox between The cracks on all the walls and in the ceiling Reflecting eyes and shadows Back into your face. Yes, yes, I missed you. But I love the way this tastes. Answer questions I never asked anyways. Pretend that we're not lying But once again, alone in bed And the hand of god's just not complying.Changes


Tired and Tied"It's just going to get dirty, anyways." Reversion, relapse Goddamnit, why does it always get dirty in the end Fixed up fix ups Dialing on the wrong phone and singing Your voice, your machine It's been a week again.Tired and Tied


Twenty eight DaysYou look pretty like this. Hands, fingertips, navel Travel, travel. If this were a game You would so be disqualified. Smile, lie. Keep your secrets. Youre telling me everything And nothing that I want to know So Ill concentrate On the sound that you make Blowing smoke from your lips Youre an Indian summer In the midst of my autumn Making me radiant, If only for this moment Before you dim the lights.Twenty eight Days


Ballroom+SceneSo maybe I kept it up too long The dancing, and the falls But maybe you liked it, too Me behind a mask, and you behind your hair It was like it didnt matter If your hands were up my dress And we were leaving early, for an early death. And the car just wouldnt stabilize Until it did it on a tree Maybe we kept it up for far too long Or maybe it was only me.Ballroom+Scene
So here's the deal: January is a new month, and a new year, to start over from scratch and remember what Write-Off is ALL about.
And in good ol' Write-Off spirit, we're kicking off the new year with a brand spankin' new competition. Want more information on entering and prizes? Check out the home page.
Now come on, you WriteOffers, you. Show us what you're made of.
Are you IN for January?
Love and be loved,
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