Fairy tales are full of shit

I'm at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you

Where have the times gone, baby it's all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two?

I like the idea of blogging like this

I listen to so many songs, 

so it only makes sense 

to find a way to integrate them physically in my posts

rather than just mentally, or through my titles

Yeah, I, I know it's hard to remember,
The people we used to be...
It's even harder to picture,
That you're not here next to me.

I mean, I get inspired by so many things

but having a song  pounding through my skull while I type

has to be the best creative motivation I can think of

the beat, the words, the thoughts

the cliche relations I can find within

You say it's too late to make it,
But is it too late to try?
And in our time that you wasted
All of our bridges burned down

This just happens to be my creativity at this moment

I don't know exactly why this song's making me think

maybe because a bad relationship is the basis

of some of the issues I've been seeing lately

Or to be be more specific, the catalyst 

I've wasted my nights,
You turned out the lights
Now I'm paralyzed,
Still stuck in that time,
When we called it love,
But even the sun sets in paradise

I think she would have left us anyways

She just happened to have an addiction to the wrong guys

Comparable to the amounts of gay men I find

Gay men, bad boys

a terrible comparison but still. 

The point is ...

I'm at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone, baby it's all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two?

As lonely as I can get sometimes

between my own thoughts

and the opinions of everyone around me

and the pressure from the couples

I haven't given up my standards

If happy ever after did exist,

I would still be holding you like this
All those fairy tales are full of shit
One more fucking love song, I'll be sick.
One more stupid love song, I'll be sick

That even those fairy tales are really full of shit

That things do work out eventually

but settling isn't ever going to get me there

the place where happiness exists

I'm glad I've figured that out

Oh, you turned your back on tomorrow
'Cause you forgot yesterday.
I gave you my love to borrow,
But you just gave it away.

That finding my fairy tale can be on terms

and I don't have to feel like I'm not worth something

just because I'm not

sucked into a "since there isn't 

anything better " relationship

You can't expect me to be fine,
I don't expect you to care
I know I've said it before,
But all of our bridges burned down

I've wasted my nights,
You turned out the lights
Now I'm paralyzed,
Still stuck in that time,
When we called it love,
But even the sun sets in paradise

That my paradise will be mine

because I've made it that way

I didn't waste months of my life

just because I was afraid

to be lonely

I'm at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone, baby it's all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two?

I mean, what good is a memoir 

when at the end there wasn't a rough path

a couple of dark patches

some lonely spaces

If happy ever after did exist,
I would still be holding you like this
All those fairy tales are full of shit
One more fucking love song, I'll be sick.
One more stupid love song, I'll be sick
Now I'm at a payphone

Not to sound cliche again

but what's the fun in the bright spots

and trusting someone to take care of you

if you haven't had the chance

to take care of yourself

first?

[Wiz Khalifa]
Man, fuck that shit
I'll be out spending all this money
While you're sitting round wondering
Why it wasn't you who came up from nothing,
Made it from the bottom
Now when you see me I'm stunning,
And all of my cars start with a push of a button

So in the end

I'm glad I saw her downfall

as much as it brought about the downfall

of the family I know, and love

and care about 

until the end of time

Telling me the chances I blew up
Or whatever you call it,
Switch the number to my phone
So you never could call it,
Don't need my name on my show,
You can tell it I'm ballin.

It's given me the opportunity to witness

exactly what I don't want to be

exactly where I don't want to be

exactly where 

I WILL NOT END UP

Swish, what a shame could have got picked
Had a really good game but you missed your last shot
So you talk about who you see at the top
Or what you could have saw but sad to say it's over for.
Phantom pulled up valet open doors
Wiz like go away, got what you was looking for
Now it's me who they want, so you can go and take
that little piece of shit with you.

Because I'm not going to be like that

Family First, 

Hoes before Bros

Me, Myself and I

Whatever you want to say

I'm at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone, baby it's all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two?

I'm going to be strong

and not feel like I have no where to go

except to someone who treats me poorly

because I know enough

If happy ever after did exist,
I would still be holding you like this
All those fairy tales are full of shit
One more fucking love song, I'll be sick.

One more stupid love song, I'll be sick
Now I'm at a payphone...

That I'm worth more than that
To myself,

and to everyone else that knows me

and if a guy doesn't see it

then I don't need him anyways