she's that tragic kind of lovely

maybe next year i`ll turn over that new leaf theyre all raving about
until then i`ll keep wondering why i can`t feel anything without you
 

you make sense of me even when i've been a nightmare and you've been a saint
you're already a classic at 22.
We can't fake our way out of growing up.
So let's just hold hands and promise to come alive with each other someday soon.
 

The sun sets and my mind peaks. The rain pours and my thoughts flood. My world isn’t always blue skies and lemon yellow suns, but I sometimes pretend that is. I play my music loud to keep the bad thoughts at bay. I dress up when I’m feeling down. I dress down when I feel good. It shouldn’t always be about the appearances, but it is.

thank you for always being my knock on wood.

 

so I'll just hate you today.
and disintegrate tomorrow
I'll be mad for a few hours,
a few days.
but then the loneliness will sink in
and ill break down all over again.
 

i'm never going back/bruises can be souvenirs/i want someone to break into my heart/memories lost to time/quiet snow falls are pretty/tired with energy to burn/hot dogs need mustard/my life bores me/i prefer stale smokey air to any other air/lonely bed and heart

i'm utterly useless today

"you're the only one i would take a shot on"

he said i belonged locked up in a hospital somewhere. So I'll forget who I am.
Jokes on him. I never really knew who I was.
 

I'm dreadfully scared of the night time
I take cold showers to punish my bones
and deprive myself of the warm rainfall
"The picture is crooked"
you turn to me and say, "That picture you speak of, is a mirror".
 

maybe if you stopped staring i would go away.
oh, but please dont stop...

my morals have been replaced with fucking lust.
 

i have and live dreams that i can't quite remember

but i'll never forget missing you.

there's not a single soul thinking of you the way that I am at this very moment.

we met in my bedroom.
we didn't talk much.
we kept it sexual.