Trigger warning .
I was at the ceiling writing this , just seconds before my throat tightened , your grab and the anxiousness that you were filming this
looking for a way out , my eyes came across to that boarder of pictures on your walls , dead poets and exes you've done what you were doing with me
and my brain thrubbed thoughts , please tell me you're not filming this
His heart almost stopped just because of a postponed kiss
there was only you , to try on
my ivy bliss
I pierce up your hearts and I feed on those lies
I was the lenses , I had thoses scenes at his door , pretentious
sedating you for the win that you were sedating me
I even marked lipsticks on your blouse just incase there's someone after me .
And hey listen , I'm sorry I coped and I didn't kill myself
I pulled up the trigger , and shot them ploys then got charged with arsenal
Her chest almost shaped as a forest , and I know the trees recognize the howls
there was only me , to cut you
