Story that's never been told

You're addiction in its deadliest form 

You're the song in my head that never gets old

You're the calm before the storm

We're the story that's never been told, waiting to be heard

Ode to the Nice Guys

"This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming."

The Perfect Lie

It's the sparkle in your eye, boy you've got me hypnotized

Kill me with your touch, darling I swear I could die

I'll only ask once, so say you'll stay by my side?

It's a shame how obvious it is that

You and I, we're just living the perfect lie

Love don't last

Before the sun sets baby, take my hand

Let's get lost in the wilderness

Prove the world wrong when they say love don't last

Like two souls

I could never do anything right, but you always thought otherwise

Lately I've been overwhelmed with the nostalgia enveloping this town

Everywhere I turn, I can't seem to escape your face 

And I try so hard to erase you from my memory

But you went and left a permanent stain on my heart 

Struggled through days that taught me to never drop my guard

Your shadow long gone is embedded in my mind 

Like two souls crashed into each other yet somehow survived 

It's been seasons now

 

It's been seasons now, still I'm not yet over it

They say distance will do us well

Not while I'm stuck in this god-awful town

I pray fate is on my side 'cause time never is

Just gimme another glimpse of those freckled eyes

Another taste of those venom lips

What else is new?

Always drifting apart, well what else is new?

If life is a puzzle to be solved, well I'm just a clever fool

Without so much as one last smile up my sleeve

Saving it all for you, the day you leave

Always irrelevant

These misinterpretations?

Just goes to show your talent for observation 

Let's just get one thing straight,

A liar is what you are, and the lies that you spread won't get you very far

You brought this to yourself

Don't you dare try to convince us that you aren't 

One day

One day, you'll look back and wonder why

You'll ask yourself: 'How is it this is how it turned out?

When it was nothing like how I had planned.'

But life isn't a series of this and thats, it's a jumble

It's chaotic, but it's beautiful all the while.

You'll regret all the risks you didn't take

More so than the ones of which you're ashamed

Trust me, I've been there and it's lousy right?

So listen up and listen well, get the fuck out there.

Fuck the limitations, fuck the rules, live your life

Open your eyes, baby please

It should come as no surprise

That you've been on my mind for quite some time

It's simple really, but this fickleness, it's killing me

Typical isn't it? Well, it's always the same

The words we can't ever say always left unspoken

Just take it easy on me. Open your eyes, baby please

Maybe then these hearts of ours wouldn't be so broken

My love

With all due respect love, no, I don't think you can take it.

You said you'd keep it a secret yet somehow you didn't.

Don't bother showing me the way out, I can find it on my own.

If you failed to notice, I never did belong.

Surely you know, we are just two conflicting souls

To Claire; from Sonny

Outstanding short film. Thanks Yolanda. Before you watch I suggest you keep some tissues in close proximity as this will guarantee some major tears, at least it did for me. Though it also did make me laugh.
The sweat and the toil put into this is impressive and the music score makes it even more so. The message just tears your heart out. This was utterly beautiful. That's all I can say. Watch it 

"Dear Claire,
Okay, well um. Where to start? You'll probably never read this. In fact, chances are it won't even reach you. I'm probably just writing this for myself, you know. For therapeutic reasons. I guess I should just say all this stuff. Especially by now, but it helps to write things down or else I stutter and forget, and generally make an idiot of myself. It's September 3rd today. That means it would have been our two years and 6 months anniversary. You know I always complained that month anniversaries were for twelve year olds but you always kinda liked the idea so happy hypothetical anniversary. I know you'd probably roll your eyes at me, bringing that up and I'm aware that it's been well over a year since now you, uh, left me. Well one year, three months, and sixteen days. I think right now, I've finished the process you know? And I've finally come to terms with the fact that you're not going to come back--ever. And I think I'm out of the phase where I just lie on my floor hoping that you'd just turn up on my doorstep. You know what, I'm doing okay. Getting there, baby steps.

I've even um, I've even been sorta seeing a girl. Jess, is her name. They're going to keep telling it's a you know, a positive step in getting over you and stuff. And don't get me wrong, she's a nice girl but, different. It's funny. Your muscles have a certain memory about them. That's why we can tie our shoes or play piano without looking. But then you spend a long enough time with someone and your bodies memorize each other you know? The warmth of your back, the pace of your heartbeat, your tickly eyelashes and the way your fingers would curl in sequence when I used to play with your palm. Another person is like moving to a new country where you don't know the language. It's a scary thing. And she voluntarily eats celery. Who does that? You know people are always on about, "You'll find someone else! There's plenty more fish in the sea!" Well you know what, I feel like a friggin' fish in a bucket. I've been reading lots. Non-fiction mostly. Did I ever tell you about the theory of the multi-verse? It says that there's an infinite amount of hypothetical universes parallel to ours that contain every single possible set of circumstances.
Kinda got me thinking you know? Means that somewhere, there might be a world in which on that 15th of February, we never had that argument, and I didn't say all those things I didn't mean, and you didn't walk away without another word. Or maybe there's another world in which I--chased after you. And we'd still be together and catch the train together, and do couply things and have bubble tea with those god-awful slimy globules of jelly down the bottom which I hate. Sometimes, on my way, I walk past your house and every time I do, I get this weird urge to knock on the door which is stupid because I know you wouldn't answer it. Well, in any case, it's technically your old house now. You're--nowadays, you're quite far away with your new life and all. I wonder if you even remember me sometimes. I--I wish you'd talk to me. Give me some vague sign that you do remember. 'Cause you know what? I'm not doing well, life is actually pretty shit. And look at me. I've gone this whole page without using the L-word once so far. But looking at it objectively, realistically I--I'd say that I still love you. And I'm kinda afraid I won't ever really stop--loving you. I hope they're treating you well up there because I miss you more than ever.
Love, Sonny."

Lightning

Your soft whispers still occupy my mind even after all this time.

And you've got an effect over me as strong as a gust of wind on the coastline.

Well you're like lightning and I'm struck and I can't seem to get back up

Make Believe

We, those so fond of chaos, fear an eternity of peace 

Instead of accepting reality we make believe

So worry not

Hey, just so you know, I kinda love you, so don't ever change.

Unless you want to.

But honestly, I think you're perfect this way

If I fall?

You still believe, as if fairy tales exist

But don't you know? They don't. They never did

All these half-truths will eventually turn into lies

Take a closer look and see what's right before your eyes

Trust me, the aching will subside

Before long, the days will pass

So don't you worry baby, you're just fine

Was it a crime to have wasted all this time with you?

I don't wanna impose. I just want to let you know

Surely you know, you were the only one who could ever quicken my pulse 

Just like the way you're doing now

So far out of reach, making it far too difficult for me to breathe

With every word that you speak to me

Would it be too much to ask if you'd run away with me?

Let's get these young hearts racing like never before

Just take my hand

And promise you'll catch me if I fall?

Our Message

We'll sing our hearts out, whether you want us to or not

We'll scream it loud, until the walls start shaking and the floor starts trembling.

Rest assured, we'll be heard because we're sick and we're tired of getting ignored