You claim I was a peach pit in your gut
Before I became an ache in your skull
You were a tight hug after a nightmare
Before you became the tears that keep me up
You claim you only want the best for me
While you hold a knife to my neck
You draw it little by little
Berate me for staining your nails
Thinking about my love for you despite it all
That's not the worst part by far
It's knowing you'll never love me back
Pretending you're not killing me
That's the best part by far
Until I remember it only slows the process down
