Well if you wanted honesty, thats all you had to say. Boo, a lyric.
Fuck. I can't do anything right.
1.) She is not going to cry because you've stolen her boyfriend, yet again. She is going to cry because you do this. Because you can. Because you are beautiful and innocent. Because you are her friend. Because she doesn't understand. Because each time you do this, you bring her lower. Because from down there she cannot see you quite the same. Because she loves you. Because you hurt her. Because you get what she dreams of with the batting of an eyelash, and think of nothing but yourself. Because she wants nothing more than to not believe this. Because you do nothing to convince her otherwise. I know you can fix this.
2.) I don't know why I feel compelled to apologize. Your brooding makes me shrivel into a wretched, and fragile, lifeless, and limp creature. Vanquished. Id rather you simply pull an ultra-violence and end me. I feel as if I am gasping so strenuously into a vacuum that the veins on my neck are about to hemorrhage. I love you. Please love me.
3.) There is love. It was closure and new beginnings. It was something Ive missed. It was the hours. It was the delinquency. It was the unraveling. Something I can remember. Something you cant forget. Honesty. A forgiving. A dream. You're time here is simply a dream. It was nothing, and everything. I am cliche.
We lose sight.
1.) She is not going to cry because you've stolen her boyfriend, yet again. She is going to cry because you do this. Because you can. Because you are beautiful and innocent. Because you are her friend. Because she doesn't understand. Because each time you do this, you bring her lower. Because from down there she cannot see you quite the same. Because she loves you. Because you hurt her. Because you get what she dreams of with the batting of an eyelash, and think of nothing but yourself. Because she wants nothing more than to not believe this. Because you do nothing to convince her otherwise. I know you can fix this.
2.) I don't know why I feel compelled to apologize. Your brooding makes me shrivel into a wretched, and fragile, lifeless, and limp creature. Vanquished. Id rather you simply pull an ultra-violence and end me. I feel as if I am gasping so strenuously into a vacuum that the veins on my neck are about to hemorrhage. I love you. Please love me.
3.) There is love. It was closure and new beginnings. It was something Ive missed. It was the hours. It was the delinquency. It was the unraveling. Something I can remember. Something you cant forget. Honesty. A forgiving. A dream. You're time here is simply a dream. It was nothing, and everything. I am cliche.
We lose sight.