last night you had that dream again, the one where you try and run from your fears but you can't because you're wearing fabulous stilettos. if i were the boss of you i'd make you get out of my head for good, but i'm not so when this ship sinks i'll have the comfort of knowing i wasn't in charge. i don't want to write a song, i want to write a will in which you get nothing from me. all i am is a kid in my mothers closet looking for an excuse to say "this doesn't hurt, at least not anymore". then hatred, the kind of hatred that makes a father call his own son a f*****. i wish you were dead.
there was a light in my closet, i could have sworn the sun was rising.
there was a light in my chest. don't leave me, noah. we had a promise.
you told me the universe could help me if i just let it. i told you i made a map of our old house leading to the X on my stomach, when you cut me open you'll find a note that says, "this is where i hurt". i found a new way to talk to god.
you told me i was brutally murdered in a past life.
why did you say it like that? i haven't felt the same since.
if i were the sun i'd shine my light on you and leave the people that hurt you cold. if you were a girl you'd be a w**** who likes to suck d***. when i was 15 i overheard my teacher talking to a girl privately about raising her grade in history, i bet she was a pretty girl.
this message was brought to you by all the cats in my life
meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow~
there was a light in my closet, i could have sworn the sun was rising.
there was a light in my chest. don't leave me, noah. we had a promise.
you told me the universe could help me if i just let it. i told you i made a map of our old house leading to the X on my stomach, when you cut me open you'll find a note that says, "this is where i hurt". i found a new way to talk to god.
you told me i was brutally murdered in a past life.
why did you say it like that? i haven't felt the same since.
if i were the sun i'd shine my light on you and leave the people that hurt you cold. if you were a girl you'd be a w**** who likes to suck d***. when i was 15 i overheard my teacher talking to a girl privately about raising her grade in history, i bet she was a pretty girl.
this message was brought to you by all the cats in my life
meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow~