NO SIGNAL FOUND [RE-WRITING]

LOOK

look
i don't want to be sorry anymore with your ripped jeans and dyed black black hair, your roots growing out just like the blood on your heart spreading to your hands, you're killing me, do you understand that?

LOOK
i'm tired of apologizing, no not anymore with your bitten down to the cuticle fingers reaching out to me, you're walking fast past my bedroom window when i refuse to let you in, you took everything, what else are you looking for?

LOOK
there's nothing else i could say so i'm quiet, i'm silent as you look at me with tired bloodshot eyes draining me as you stuff your pockets full of tricks pulling a couple out of your sleeve as you plead, and you agree, agree to disagree, i just want you to admit that i'm right, you're so bad for me

FOR THE LAST TIME LOOK
i use endearment to pull you back in once i realize what i've done, how i've messed up even when i want to give up and throw your worn out sweater right back at your hallowed out collar bones and your dusty ashy cheekbones don't look at me as if the bags under your eyes are my fault because you did this to yourself as i would sit on the sidelines the sidewalk your driveway waiting for you to pass by one day for months had passed and i couldn't have you in the way you HAD ME