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[_issy_]

I wish to feel smaller under your sheets,
I wish for the whole truth every time you speak.

and Im thinking about how you care half as much for me.

while I watch you arise, smoke cigarrette, sleep.
and I guess it doesnt matter what I say, or what I seem,

you stuck what I felt for you in the pocket of your jeans.

Ignoring me the morning after isn't enough,
and I swear Im gonna cry, Im sick of trying to be tough.

and my blood wont stick to the confines of my veins,
and your heart is going to tear mine away.

I wish to feel smaller under your hands
though you seem satisfied as you slip mine down your pants.

and Im thinking about how you care half as much for me,

while you lift up my shirt after asking politely
and i guess it doesn't matter what I am or pretend to be,

cause its that you'll always love, and its that I'll always envy.

and I want to end this now so dreams of you wont keep me up.

and I swear Im going to cry Im sick of trying to be tough,
and my blood wont stick to the confines of my veins,
and your heart is going to tear mine away.

and its hard to find what I want,
when its buried beneath the biggest rock.
I could pay lots of money to help lift it with machines,
but Im not sure you'd cooperate,
not sure you'd come clean.

you stuck what I felt for you in the pocket of your jeans.