----Alexisonfire (2004)---- 44. Caliber Love Letter Sifting through weathered photo albums (Does it make a difference?) Looking for gloriously aged polaroids (This is the way it is) (You think it really would make a difference? Would I hang on the beach in perfect black and hide?) Of places you've never been. (I broke through this hollow shell that once held me so tight I couldn't breathe) A place to accept you don't exist (Come with me, jump off the edge) "Smile for the camera sweetheart. I really wanna immortalize the moment." Just remember the first step in forgetting Is destroying all the evidence. With friends like you, Who needs subtext? Sub. Text. Sub. Text. This is a .44 caliber love letter straight from my heart. With a gun, make your shot. Let's hope for better shit. (Straight {straight!} from {from!} my {my!} heart {heart!}) That reason for separation. (Straight {straight!} from {from!} my {my!} heart {heart!}) Straight from... my... heart. Christened by your bullet. I'm losing patience. Well I guess... It's my own fault. Don't remember. Don't remember. Don't... remember. Don't! Counterparts And Number Them Jennifer, They lied to you when they said you couldn't breath underwater. I lied too when I said I was hard, Because im softer then a thrift store sweater and twice as worn in. I was cast away once but I will be found again. This I promise you. Adelleda this is really only all we have: day time, twilight, pitch black, night light You had the coldest eyes and the softest touch: day time, twilight, pitch black, night light These typed letters, beneath me Fuck with these buttons and knobs long enough and maybe things will turn out fine Hide behind your crystal screen and blow kisses at me Remember what we said wouldn't happen? Write your name on my chest in kerosene Spark a match and you will never be cold again this is really only all we have: day time, twilight, pitch black, night light You had the coldest eyes and the softest touch: day time, twilight, pitch black, night light. Gag and destroy me bay-bee I have a large collection of thunder that I stole from your window Dagger Through The Heart Of St. Angeles Plaid skirts that hide scars walk in single file. Ties that restrict blood to the brain. Passing notes in Math class. (Freedom wear your scars of desire), It's a coming of age story. (Freedom wear your scars of desire), Conflicting impulses. (Freedom wear your scars of desire) Cuts seem to bend the sky. I've read this book before. Anxious eyes stare out of warped glass waiting for the three o'clock bell. I'm trying hard to forget that cold October day, When love challenged freedom to a fist fight, freedom looked victorious But no one was prepared for what would happen on that baseball diamond When love reached beneath her plaid jumper, pulled out a switchblade and drove it... Directly through the heart of St. Angeles. Any notion of self government was left bleeding on the pitchers mound. Polaroids Of Polarbears Raped by my child hood? What the hell do I know about rape any way? Well I guess its fun to pretend, sorry. Just a thought that occurred when I wasnt quite awake enough to dismiss it. It's so easy to cheapen an event by pretending it happen. Boring cliched self destruction… I think I should start doing arobics. And the rest: boxes of cats, people with taz tattoos, explosive personalities, self centered, protractors, brand new geometry sets, inability to do math, geography, polaroids of polar bears. Water Wings You always had the blondest hair. Chlorine has stripped the pigment from your skin. The cash was worth the fucking change. At the pool from open to close. Rake the bottom for loose change. A job that got him his luxurious house and cars but it probably lead to his divorce. It's probably the reason why his son hates him. Now your blood is so toxic with chlorine that you only have 3 months to live. Was the change worth it? Was the divorce worth it? You will never see your son again. Where No One Knows side stepped land mines and working class attitudes This is a love song…deal with it (I will beat my fist against my chest if only to prevent my heart from beating for you, this new season brings with it sings of hope, you can't leave me waist high, wading all alone...) Things (I know there is some place I can go) I don’t understand are always the most interesting Like zero and (where no one knows my name) eraserhead (I still remember the sound of your voice, do you think I would call just to hear you breathe?) (Just to hear you breathe?) But some times its just about feeling good like john Kusac and pop punk The Kennedy Curse Jubella You had such grace in the end. I wish I could remember what colour your eyes were but every time I looked at you my mind went blank. You had the best damn Sunday dress at the end of the world. The wall of flames that consumed you and everything that was good, "not with a band but a whimper." What would you do? Arms spread welcoming the impending nothing.You had such grace in the end. I wish I could remember what colour your eyes were but every time I looked at you my mind went blank. You had the best damn Sunday dress at the end of the world. The wall of flames that consumed you and everything that was good, "not with a band but a whimper." What would you do? Arms spread welcoming the impending nothing. Little Girls Pointing And Laughing I still can remember what you did Your eyes full of discomfort, bare foot in a public washroom Spill on me your nostalgia like warm water And cataracts that that fell behind self conscious eyes Hurt so good through ivory rain and cut throat soap box derby racers I want you to ruin me. Pulmonary Archery Let's go! It's never too late to be early Or try and maintain Some scrap of integrity and certainty I guess. (My fingers) Won't apologize (Are blistered and bleeding) And 1977... Was a long time (Was a long time) Time ago (Time ago) I don't care. I don't care how things Were and I won't Apologize. I won't apologize. Fuck you. And the alamo penetrated And there is little hope For the white man so Hop on your rainbow And ride... (My fingers) So I'll ride it into (Are blistered and bleeding) And ride into oblivion For all I care (There's no longer) You could be early (Discomfort) Or late (That you brought) Whatever!