folklore: the sad beautiful tragic

my tears richochet

Empecé a escribir, yo, Betty Vancouver empecé a escribir, me sentía como una Stevie Nicks escribiendo sobre mi trágica exagerada historia de amor, me sentía como una versión femenina de Harry Styles escribiendo "From The Dining Table" o quizás era como Tate de "Ugly Love" cayendo ilusa en un amor no correspondido. Escribí una triste hermosa y trágica historia de amor, que me destruyó más a mi que a la otra persona, porque yo era la menor, la que no tenía la experiencia, pero el era el que sabía como romper el corazón de una chica.

We gather here, we line up
Weepin' in a sunlit room, and
If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too
Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe
All the hell you gave me?
'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you
'Til my dying day

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace
And you're the hero flying around, saving face
And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?
Cursing my name, wishing I stayed
Look at how my tears ricochet

We gather stones, never knowing what they'll mean
Some to throw, some to make a diamond ring
You know I didn't want to have to haunt you
But what a ghostly scene
You wear the same jewels that I gave you
As you bury me

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace
'Cause when I'd fight, you used to tell me I was brave
And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?
Cursing my name, wishing I stayed
Look at how my tears ricochet

And I can go anywhere I want
Anywhere I want, just not home
And you can aim for my heart, go for blood
But you would still miss me in your bones
And I still talk to you (when I'm screaming at the sky)
And when you can't sleep at night (you hear my stolen lullabies)

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace
And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves
You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same
Cursing my name, wishing I stayed
You turned into your worst fears

And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain
Crossing out the good years
And you're cursing my name, wishing I stayed
Look at how my tears ricochet

Después de ver lo escrito, me di cuenta que ningún chico merecía lágrimas de una mujer capaz de hacer lo que quisiera, tengo tiempo para hacer de todo y no iba a perder mi tiempo pensando en el y sus falsas promesas, no iba a dejar que volviera para romperme como una promesa de aquellas que amaba hacer.

Este era el último papel arrugado que botaria por el, y la primera hoja no arrancada de mis escritos.