In my heart is where you belong,
right in the core, to never be gone,
something speacial, I’ll never forget it,
it all started out as if a match lit
They don’t believe anymore, they only care to walk out the door,
but don’t panic at the sounds of fading footsteps,
They’ve made their choice wich they wont regret,
and after some thought you’re never the less
You’re something new, you’re getting old,
you’re selling out, (so you’ve been told)
but chin up and out,
cuz you’re doing fine,
‘till the day I die, you’re forever mine
Broken hearts and broken dreams,
telling all throughout the seams,
now economic issues, others fame entwined,
I’ve got the scrapbooks, tare them at the spine
-Ashlee Moreau
I’ve got thousands of miles on my car,
but twice that amount on my heart,
the notions of hands waving goodbye,
the memories of first met, locked, set eyes
You were all I thought about, scratch that,
all I think about,
and it hurts to keep on loving you, cuz honestly,
I don’t want too,
but now that it’s done and said, give my heart back,
we’re through
Pick up the pieces, don’t want to re-live this,
just take back your memories, to help me get over this,
Pick up the pieces, don’t want to re-live this,
I need to feel weightless, I’m getting over us
Put the knife down and pick up the rope,
wrap it too tight right around your throat
-Ashlee Moreau
We’re getting ready to start all over,
everything’s so new, so right,
and as we get right to the point,
it’s too hard to fall asleep at night
I’m on my way,
but alone, without you here,
and I’m missing out on time to spend,
but I promise to pull through the year
Oh, let’s leave this goddamned place,
to somewhere that’s set in stone, anywhere,
we can make it on our own,
I’ve got the car and the keys,
while you’ve got the heart on your sleeve,
I’ll let you know when we’ll be home
I’m losing words and rodes,
not keeping track of the rules and codes,
there’s nowhere that I would’nt go,
you may become blind,
I may lose my mind,
there’s nothing left to leave behind,
we’re gone for good, forever signed
-Ashlee Moreau
You’ve grasped this concept
of “nothing matters anymore”,
but when you’re time runs out,
you’ll leave your concept at the door,
can I have this last dance?
this memory, held by that floor,
if it matters at all. stick around, we’ll make some more
No worries, I’ll hold you up,
No worries, We’ll keep this up,
and you may have the worst of luck,
but have some faith, you’ll show them up
One thing we’re ment to understand in life,
has kept me in the dark, (where’s my bright night light?)
There’s nothing left to say when your life is shred,
to pieces by that heavy heart you wear,
tied to your ribs, (swoop loop and pull to keep it tight)
I’ll tell you what, just hand it over give it here,
I’ll drain the sad salty tears,
I’ll mend the hole, now shuv it back,
go fill it with cheer and I’ll take you back
-Ashlee Moreau
I’ve never felt worse than I do right now,
Today’s been worse than this year combined,
and if these feelings come from the heart,
Why is it I’m drowning in my mind
I cope for minutes at a time,
with familiar voices, soft, in-tune,
I’ll play it back, I hit re-wind,
his thoughts end, and we’re back to mine
I can’t do this anymore,
I’m walking out the door,
I’m leaving you my sore heart and broken, rotting dreams,
please bye all means,
I’m leaving you everything
-Ashlee Moreau
I’m here, running only on what’s left, internally damaged, with a broken heart. You won, by getting the best of me, except now I’ve got you down to a science, and I’ll rip you apart.
-Ashlee Moreau
Baby you’re a lier,
Baby you’re a mess,
Baby you’re a cryer,
Baby just confess,
You’re completely unaware,
You’ve got it all right at hand,
Your heart’s got a trillion tares,
and yet you’ll never understand,
Hey girl, open up those eyes,
so big, bright and blue,
too beautiful to hide,
behinde those tears comming through,
now wipe them away with the heartbreak and sorrow,
to wake up with blue skies and rainbows tomorrow.
-Ashlee Moreau.
Make me smile Make me run Make me learn Make me literal Make me believe Make me change Make me control Make me feel Make me satisfied Make me laugh Make me live Make me remember Make me forget Make me dream Make me concentrate Make me, me -Ashlee MoreauÂ
Patrick’s voice has matured, gotten a bit deeper, more smooth, not so ringy. I still love it. I think it’s maturing with the music. I’m okay with that.
-Ashlee Moreau
Just remembering the day Bronx Mowgli Wentz was introduced to this world. It’s only the begining for the little fellah. I hope his life’s long, healthy and amazing. Wich it will be, considering his parents are some of the most amazing people on earth.
-Ashlee Moreau
