i want time to cry. i want time to lie down. i want time to fall away from this. i want time to brood. i want time to be hopeful. i want time to try to get you back. but i don't want any time alive if it's gonna be like this. and now, your body is fictional in my mind. and nothing at all in my hands. your heart - if it's still left - is a glass box i've tried my best to fill with the only good things i can remember. i know you really don't think about me much anymore. but you're all i can put in my head. there is nowhere to go. i have all the time in the world. and it keeps me tied to you. so stop laughing at me.