i'm bleeding and i'm heartless, but i'm yours.
today was indeed a lazy day. john and i didn't get out of bed until around 9pm. i spent the night their last night. we watched movied and just had fun. he bested me and gave me a bloody lip. it was fun. john's a good friend.
so why am i still sitting here with my head in my hands? why does ryan have to act like all we've ever been were friends? it's a huge kick in the face. was what i did that bad? bad enough to rip away someone's feelings for me like they were never even there? or is that just it? why do i have to feel sick to my stomach every time i think of dale? every time i see or hear his name, or randomly see him driving alonside us on the highway. why is it so hard to breathe?
bobby im'd me with some lyrics and told me that they reminded him of me, so i asked him to send it to me and he did. let me just tell you.. this song doesn't help me out any.
i spend my nights dead face down on my floor
but the drugs aren't really working anymore.
the nights are mostly just depressed
from staring at my open chest.
i'm bleeding and i'm heartless but i'm yours.
and i'm scratching down every blurry scene
on the mattress where you used to sleep and dream.
i'd rather chew on broken glass
than keep on living in the past,
and wasting time on words I know you didn't mean.
dear everybody or whoever's listening
i think i'm gonna do me in this time.
this is all overrated,
waiting on my roof again this is the end
of my so called life.
i haven't seen the sun in about a week
and i'm keeping all sharp objects out of reach.
i finally know the taste of love,
it's a cross between cheap beer and blood
with an aftertaste of dry sarcastic speech.
and so i guess it's safe to say
that we both knew that i'd end up this way,
with a brain that's clueless and unsure
and eyes that hardly ever work but
i guess that's fine i rarely use them anyway.
dear everybody or whoever's listening
i think i'm gonna do me in this time.
this is all overrated,
waiting on my roof again this is the end
of my so called life.
dear everybody or whoever's listening
i think i'm gonna do me in this time.
this is all overrated,
waiting on my roof again this is the end
of my so called life.
dear everybody or whoever's listening
i think i'm gonna do me in this time.
this is all overrated,
waiting on my roof again this is the end
of my so called life.
dear everybody, this is the end of my so called life.
so why am i still sitting here with my head in my hands? why does ryan have to act like all we've ever been were friends? it's a huge kick in the face. was what i did that bad? bad enough to rip away someone's feelings for me like they were never even there? or is that just it? why do i have to feel sick to my stomach every time i think of dale? every time i see or hear his name, or randomly see him driving alonside us on the highway. why is it so hard to breathe?
bobby im'd me with some lyrics and told me that they reminded him of me, so i asked him to send it to me and he did. let me just tell you.. this song doesn't help me out any.
i spend my nights dead face down on my floor
but the drugs aren't really working anymore.
the nights are mostly just depressed
from staring at my open chest.
i'm bleeding and i'm heartless but i'm yours.
and i'm scratching down every blurry scene
on the mattress where you used to sleep and dream.
i'd rather chew on broken glass
than keep on living in the past,
and wasting time on words I know you didn't mean.
dear everybody or whoever's listening
i think i'm gonna do me in this time.
this is all overrated,
waiting on my roof again this is the end
of my so called life.
i haven't seen the sun in about a week
and i'm keeping all sharp objects out of reach.
i finally know the taste of love,
it's a cross between cheap beer and blood
with an aftertaste of dry sarcastic speech.
and so i guess it's safe to say
that we both knew that i'd end up this way,
with a brain that's clueless and unsure
and eyes that hardly ever work but
i guess that's fine i rarely use them anyway.
dear everybody or whoever's listening
i think i'm gonna do me in this time.
this is all overrated,
waiting on my roof again this is the end
of my so called life.
dear everybody or whoever's listening
i think i'm gonna do me in this time.
this is all overrated,
waiting on my roof again this is the end
of my so called life.
dear everybody or whoever's listening
i think i'm gonna do me in this time.
this is all overrated,
waiting on my roof again this is the end
of my so called life.
dear everybody, this is the end of my so called life.