sleepy jack

I'm going to analyze your "song" since you were kind enough to analyze all my lyrics in one sentence, here I go. I'm ready to be blown away!

strap me to the anchor, and throw it in the sea
Oh gotta love that angst and you got your own screenname for something you wrote? How pretentious!
to my sons and daughters, raise them well for me
Let's hope your children don't have your obvious mental impairment or it'll be a bitch to raise them well!
tie me to the lashing post, and cover up my mouth
I thought you wanted us to strap you to an anchor now you want to us to tie you to a lashing post?
you can lay me in the water, you can let my corpse drift south
Wouldn't it be better to tie you to a raft or something? Lashing posts are typically things we use on land, to you know, lash people. I also don't understand why you switch from drowning with an anchor to floating south on a lashing post. Stay consistent with your angst!

if it's the last thing that I ever do
I will come back and talk to you, I will have made room
it's the last thing that i'll ever do.
Ohh dramatic.
all of us will die someday; i am dying soon.
Really Shakespeare? ALL of us will die? I NEVER KNEW!

man, open your mouth, you have to feel something inside.
There are so many oral sex jokes I could make here but I can't decide on which one.
i toss at night hoping the gods wont let you die
See: ohh dramatic!
I'll be a beggar if youll just wear my shoes
I don't really see the common theme with begging and shoes but you've proven already that you're good at trying to connect unconnected things.
if you shoot the albatross, i will wear your noose.
What does shooting a harmless bird have to do with wearing a noose?

and they say
oh, i want to keep on breathing
oh, troubled times are short and passing
oh, I say
I think i've been here long enough.
You're such a melodramatic little kid, I love it.

water in your grave, sinking in the mud underneath
This could have been avoided if you'd just be buried in a coffin like every other self-pitying angsty teenager.
and who can be saved?
Obviously not you or your songwriting ability.
keep your enemies close, but dont let your friends get away.
That isn't one of the most cliched images I've ever heard at all.

Summary: So are you writing these songs hoping Hawthorne Heights will come along and see you bending down with your lyrical ass in the air and fuck you up the ass?

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