im not sleeping [you're not calling]
not sleeping well
afraid that i'm perhaps bipolar
waiting for a phone call that will save my heart
losing friends like dropping jobs but not getting any new ones
drinking until the alcohol content surpasses the percentage of pain
afraid to sit at home, all she ever wants is money
i can't becasue i quit my fucking job
i don't put a price on insanity, except maybe in xanax and my foundation is crumbling
not typing out a response, but recieving a mistaken one
tomorrow i need to wake up and call
and finish arguing that for which i have no passion
i used to want to change the world so much that it'd feel amazing just to scream
not talking is hard
and hearing the ring that signifies it's you makes me a smile and if you believe in love i can
head is curly and clean, i don't feel completely the same
not a straight-edged, a bitch, a mess, in love, so hot, i hate you, you're just like the girl who betrayed me
failing you, and impressing the phantom media and you accused me of being on drugs
but that would be a logical conclusion
becasue really my bright eyes feel dim and my fire that used to be different
well the kindergarden insane children
they put it out with metal pails watering rasberry bushes
maybe ill wake up and smile becasue i will be sleeping with my sunshine
afraid that i'm perhaps bipolar
waiting for a phone call that will save my heart
losing friends like dropping jobs but not getting any new ones
drinking until the alcohol content surpasses the percentage of pain
afraid to sit at home, all she ever wants is money
i can't becasue i quit my fucking job
i don't put a price on insanity, except maybe in xanax and my foundation is crumbling
not typing out a response, but recieving a mistaken one
tomorrow i need to wake up and call
and finish arguing that for which i have no passion
i used to want to change the world so much that it'd feel amazing just to scream
not talking is hard
and hearing the ring that signifies it's you makes me a smile and if you believe in love i can
head is curly and clean, i don't feel completely the same
not a straight-edged, a bitch, a mess, in love, so hot, i hate you, you're just like the girl who betrayed me
failing you, and impressing the phantom media and you accused me of being on drugs
but that would be a logical conclusion
becasue really my bright eyes feel dim and my fire that used to be different
well the kindergarden insane children
they put it out with metal pails watering rasberry bushes
maybe ill wake up and smile becasue i will be sleeping with my sunshine