DETACHED AT THE HIPS, PULL ME CLOSER.

[hundredgrand]

go home. go out. don't go out. i don't ever go out. be real. be fake. you're only as real as you are. write a story and get big, write a song and break a heart. keep your head up, or down. i'll be looking in either direction. cross the street without checking your left or right, take a chance. take a chance with me, i could be all you have. i want to be all you have. for once, don't run, don't try and comprehend what your mind is telling you. have heart, and follow it. my heart points to you. i've been bleeding gold for weeks now and i don't know what it means, i'm sick of your lines and in betweens. i'm sick of "i love you" because you don't. i am an entirely glass moon always watching over you, but i'm cracking at the seems. sticks and stones would shatter me, and your words are not about me. i am no more than a prince looking for more than just a princess. you can have the look but i've got to keep looking. the only thing between us is air and conversation, both of which are lacking as of late because i can never breathe around you and i can never spit anything out. i miss the way i could check for an update knowing it was going to be about me and only me. now it's just me in mind, and him all the time. i can't wait to see you but i can't wait to go home either, only because i'm afraid of too much. even when i'm typing up english papers they're about you. it's always been you. you knew.

bleeding gold into the banks of the river,
stealing kisses cause i'm a taker, not a giver.
a a b b a a, we both hate it.
covered up quickly, and it's over with.
thinking of all the things i could give her,
nothing's as good as how forced this could get,
until i went on and ruined it.
fuck your rhyme schemes.