mayday situation overload
all of the hell, straight from one fire into another
i lost it all in the hurricane that you wrapped up, a perfect little gift for me
sweet words and sweet things to draw you in, flipping the coin in your hand to discover a razor instead of a head
clutching onto a cliff edge, blood running down my hands, but to let go is to open the wounds and let the world see
the light at the end of the tunnel is just the shine in the eyes of the liars who promised it would get better
the hole you left in me, gaping wide and dripping with unsaid words, untold stories, all the lies i sold you in the hope that i could use the money to buy more time
everything comes to an end, that is inevitable, but the real question is: do you finish it kicking and screaming, dirt under your nails from trying to hold on, or do you wait at the gates every day, tired and empty, clinging onto the anticipation of freedom?
tears in the darkness of my bedroom, that's all you ever were to me
just the salt water and the sounds of the afternoons, six feet under
because i nearly lost everything to you, and the worst part is that i was willing to
happy 14th, animal
