xray me
I miss you. I missed you when I was 13, I am missing you when I'm 18, I'm missing you at 25, 37, 44, 53.
I wish I could hear you again. Sometimes, I think I do, but it sounds like you're talking into a telephone.
I wish I knew someone who really knew you. I wish they could love, and hold me. No lies, just love. I wish there were no scars, I wish. But everyone has them, everyone. And I don't know which ones are beautiful or painful.
Alicia, have you ever wanted to rewind, and say, "Let's do this over again, no lies, just love."
I hate these tumors. What's inside them? Blood? Nerves? Or nothing at all, hollowness; like a chocolate Easter rabbit?
I fucking hate them, because I all too often think of myself getting cancer. Balding, shutting down from chemo. I know people will say, don't think like that, just don't.
I'm human. I can't help it. I might agree with you, but at night when I'm laying down at my side, I think of it.
I don't know if this is apart of growing up. I wish I could believe there is some psycho out there, on a hilltop, secretly controlling who gets cancer. I wish I could take all the IOU's people deserve and take that man down. But no such man exists, but I wish he did, it would be easier for my mind to wrap around the idea.
Someday, I'll be away. And some people will regret the things they have done, and wish miss what they knew. They'll confuse what they know with what they'll feel.
Then, we'll be on the same page.
I'm either going to succeed, or die. Love me because I won't always be here.
I wish I could hear you again. Sometimes, I think I do, but it sounds like you're talking into a telephone.
I wish I knew someone who really knew you. I wish they could love, and hold me. No lies, just love. I wish there were no scars, I wish. But everyone has them, everyone. And I don't know which ones are beautiful or painful.
Alicia, have you ever wanted to rewind, and say, "Let's do this over again, no lies, just love."
I hate these tumors. What's inside them? Blood? Nerves? Or nothing at all, hollowness; like a chocolate Easter rabbit?
I fucking hate them, because I all too often think of myself getting cancer. Balding, shutting down from chemo. I know people will say, don't think like that, just don't.
I'm human. I can't help it. I might agree with you, but at night when I'm laying down at my side, I think of it.
I don't know if this is apart of growing up. I wish I could believe there is some psycho out there, on a hilltop, secretly controlling who gets cancer. I wish I could take all the IOU's people deserve and take that man down. But no such man exists, but I wish he did, it would be easier for my mind to wrap around the idea.
Someday, I'll be away. And some people will regret the things they have done, and wish miss what they knew. They'll confuse what they know with what they'll feel.
Then, we'll be on the same page.
I'm either going to succeed, or die. Love me because I won't always be here.