the best of you

why would I give you the best of me
you can have the rest of me
the best is for the people I don't know

the coolest clothes
and the funniest jokes
the sweetest smile
and the clever monolouges
I save it for the poeple I don't know

I don't want the best of you
just give me what's left of you
when you're through with people you don't know

I'm to beat to go out
I'm staying home tonight
but this home is no home
and its eating up my brains
in the emptiness that follows
too many thoughts remain
the darkness can be blinding
in the brightest sun
too many scars reminding
of the times I've come undone

someone is in the stereo
singing songs of love and hate
something's crawling in my brain
killing of both trust and faith

I sit here with the records
and the music someone else wrote
my mouth is forming the words
I know will come up next
a song with no sound
like a stray in the dog-pound
I'm waiting to be put down

I'm just staying home tonight..

I don't think you're cool enough
but I will hang out with you if you speak in rhymes

been living of caffeine and nicotine
struggling to decide
should I imitate art
or should I imitate life
trying hard to socializa
but people are just apes
in drag disguise