i'm sure i made an impression
but i know it's always gonna be the wrong one.
i was sure that it didn't graze me
but this heart--it weighs a ton.
we all know how it goes
but we don't know how it ends.
you build yourself up into this gigantic wall
i'm bringing the bulldozers with me this time
they're in the form of secrets and cries for help
ones that you'll never hear.
i guess it's the 'tortured artist' in me
but who's to say i don't torture back.
i'd sure love to leave you hanging once
like this boy, you left him like laundry [wrap your head around that]
i'm cancer in human form
don't get too close to me
i hate the phone, but please call me
i'll talk to you all night long if it gets you beside me.
you can visit me in prison.
cause that's where they wanna send me.
but i won't go down like a sinking ship
i won't go down at all.
you.can't.touch.me.
love,
we're out of the woods now, let's burn it to the ground
Posted by yrs&mn at 9:27 PM
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