This is one of the first songs I ever wrote more than ten years ago. Goodness gracious.

Sweet Dreams (circa 2002)

I'm not saying I'm killing myself
I just wanted you to know
I stare at my veins
While I contemplate
Just how red my poor blood would glow

And I hate seeing doctors
I'm ashamed I'm on my pills
But I'm tired of hiding
And always confiding in friends who have run for the hills

I just wanna get better
I just wanna be good
I just wanna get better
God I hope that I could

God I wanna be better
God I hope that I should
Oh I wanna get better
God just please make me good

Make me good
Make me good
Make me good
Make me good

Make Me Good

Accident Prone (Jawbreaker cover)

you want me
so badly
well take this
i'm happy
i'm lying
my teeth hurt
my tongue

i fake it
i'm maddening
it's sickening
and sadly
i wait for
your white ship
to come home


I know
deep down i was always your concern
you
wish to god you had not left your turn
we
break down every lie conceiveable
i
hope to god you'd always let me burn


i want you
i'm crazy
i just cant
say things
so easy
just know that
i lie


you're running
in circles
i'm losing my sails
we're dying
we're happy
we die


I know
deep down i was always your concern
you
wish to god you had not left your turn
we
break down every lie conceiveable
i
hope to god you'd always let me burn

we dont know what we got until its gone

Gone (AHDBS acoustic demo)

(sorry for all the little glitches. recorded on my droid)

my head is frightening inside
and your hearts so bruised and kind
and my head is dreary dreadful
and my words so smoothly rhyme

and my arms are tired but safe here
and your chest is bare and white
and my lungs are black and smoke filled
and your eyes, so large and bright

chorus:
you didnt know me
where was the end/oh we don't know
but we had to let it go

and what did you ask for
where did you go and are you safe
did we have to let it go


break down and stall from scratching
and in bed, the worlds away
stay fed with wine and envy
and force smiles or find a way

Nick Sintos