Soak it all upYou're like a sponge. You soak up every last inch of what I have to give, until I can't give anymore. But that can't be right, because my body is drained and you're still coming back for more, draining me. Soaking it all up.Next thing we know, I'll be failing again from lack of energy.I won't let that be the case. Even with all the wishes I've been making to broken stars, I've still got a few melodies in these old bones. And although this amnesia has swiped me of yesterday, there's always tomorrow.
the other girldear girl,i can't blame you, but i'm tired of never being enough.love,the other girl.
education is for foolsListen to someone else for a change. Stop being so selfish. So they pulled the cord too soon and we're making way for a crash landing, but how many times do I have to tell you to stop worrying about what's gonna happen later, and start thinking about right now? Maybe you'll land with your face in the dirt or maybe you'll land, arms out, feet first, and headstrong like all the rest. If you keep trying to fix what isn't broken, you're going to end up with more bruises than you bargained.Well hey, you've always looked pretty with scars. Pay attention here though.Sometimes we don't always need constant reminders of who we are. Because we change each day, and I know I'm just shoving fucked up words to make you feel alive that you won't even remember tomorrow morning, but hear me out for just one second. Your body is breaking down and you're just drowning in your own attempt to breathe. Calm down. You've got one more month to go.Did you ever think that maybe he is suffering too? Not every
another one on the floorI don't know how you do it. How you live with yourself after even coming in contact with such a brutal tool?I guess we all have weaknesses.-Today I found out that it doesn't take much to break a person. We've all got those 'weak spots' where the artist forgot to fill in enough paint, and the writer never mentioned the origin. I don't deal well with bullshit, and I've been traveling on the surface, face down, eyes on my feet instead of what's more important. The road.I never did see that dark truck smack me on the ground.-It's so simple to rip away a mask and replace it with a disease.
As the venom spreadsHe has eyes like a snake and they're pulling me in. One bite was all it took, and I became a slave to you.-"I love you.""You should probably do something about that."I can't help but wonder if you meant the mess left on the bed or my heart hanging on my sleeve.
Feeding an addictionSo you've got your hands outstretched, palms up, and you're looking everywhere besides my eyes. When we lose this game, we win our hearts back, but maybe our greatest failure is ever holding them in bloody hands. I could do without love for awhile.It seems like guilt is what drives me to you.-He's the devil in disguise, and I know there are other girls and more lust than love to spare but I'm still standing on the side of the intersection. (Far enough for you to get to where you're going, but close enough to where you see me.) Keep walking by boy, I'll just follow like the faithful puppy I am.Whatever happened to the songs about love and how every one has their happy ending? Well I'll tell you something.In the real world, we're left with a touch, and sort of like a razor, it's been soothing me to sleep for awhile now. I've been one month sober but my new drug, is you. But like any addiction, you have to keep feeding it.and feeding it.and feeding it.-Like your joint, and like my