we're bad habits with good reputations

no one will ever read this.

and that's ok.



sometime this home isn't a home. sometimes you're not you and i'm not me. alcohol does it for you, it's anyones guess what's in it for me.
i'm around to see you smile, and i hate to see you leave.
but the things i've felt a beating heart wouldn't believe.
you don't exactly have a name or face, you could be anyone.
but you're not.
you're an accident in my head, and it looks like a 50 car pile up.
the more eyeliner you put on is just that much more he can make run off.
call it teenage hormones, call it what you wish.
please, call it something.
i'm a ship, and with every word you say i get a sinking feeling.
i don't have the heart nor guts to tell you how i feel.
my insides are hollow, but you know how that goes.

i'll be your summer song and you can be my weak knees.

love,