"Get the fuck out of my life"
I scream until I realize
you never wanted to be here
why do you write it in ink
when you know what it does to me?
those were our stars
and darling, that wish was yours
you need to find yourself
you need to be alone
you need to sail away
you need to find God
and I need to leave
because being alone really means letting go of me
and that's easy
because you were never holding on
I hate the night
it's no longer home
I hate watching the stars
they don't hold a future
I hate writing
lies are best told beautifully
